These Arms are Snakes - Easter

Rambunctious, obnoxious, highly versatile, danceable, enjoyable, can you see where I am going with this? It’s time to get down with the Snakes and take pleasure in the seduction while the venomous poison that infiltrates the mind—filters—and out comes the music with no predetermined trend set in the bands consciousness, lurking wildly back and forth giving shape in standard to oblique forms with clashing guitars, untamed ravaging effects, in addition to the range of seductive cries and clamored vocals bringing out the punk in These Arms are Snakes.

A perpetual motion keeps the head banging and “Horse Girl” sends meaning to those drug abused addicts, who are coming to cope with their decision making. ‘These Arms’ present tracks in a heavy breathing mechanism expanding the lung capacity filling screams and chants with production emphasis on a electronica vibe that fits like the last puzzle piece; it slides perfectly into the twelve song album.

Having played with such bands: Fear before the March of the Flames, Fall of Troy, and Milwaukee idol’s Since by Man, the sound reverberates off of these musicians and creates a universal sound of melodic melodies, harmonic synchronizations, and mellow incantations altering in a schizophrenic gesture to dramatic transitions that will draw just about any music lover with any genre bearing mind to this band.

Chants of realism and no petty grunge wannabe’s shown in “Deer Lodge”—These Arms are Snakes shoot a load of venom in societies face and force them to ask for another. Interpretation of the various compilations on “Easter” leaves an array of city buildings soon to be demolished and taken over by corporations; this is wrong. Indeed. The message from many bands including TAAS imply in most tracks including “Mescaline Eyes” and “Lady North,” that “Things can be better.”

If you believe that you can make a difference, then do something about it. By producing an album with meaningful passion behind the sheer outlandishly eccentric, yet personal titles, and in taking almost a medicinal approach to the songs, this is a band that seems to ask the listener to use an herbal remedy as an appetizer before pushing play. Hollow filled rooms will holler back at you as the echo bounces off of the walls as the edge seems to disappear and you have been taken in by the poison of the snake.

These Arms are Snakes have something to say before we are all doomed by pressure, systems, and mediocrity; their time has come now and it’s “Easter.”