These Arms Are Snakes

Drawing from the same inspirational well as the Jesus Lizard, the Blood Brothers and Amphetamine Reptile, These Arms Are Snakes plays an anxiety-riddled brand of hardcore that could be called screamo if there weren’t so damn much flat-out yelling involved. Maybe that makes them yello. Labeling aside, the group drives razor-edged riffs into the ground, slithering around the grooves and occasionally drawing them into spaced-out altered states. It’s a perfect soundtrack to a night of swimming in cocktails and amphetamines, hollering and hip shaking in a dimly lighted, sweaty bar.

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