These Arms are Snakes - Easter

Sometimes The Constantines sound like pussies. Sometimes Trent Reznor is bitchy and lame. Sometimes I want to rip barbed wire fences apart with my teeth. These Arms Are Snakes do away with all pretentions on Easter, pounding down 12 ominous, vengeful songs that burn slowly like a well-contemplated fury. It's a welcome if force-fed reminder that sometimes music doesn't need to do more than smash windows and make old people despise my generation. It's the same reason why I like The Fall so much. I mean, I live in Greenwich Village, and I hate Animal Collective, and I’m not a fucking vegan. Sometimes rock and roll should be like prizefighting. And when it is, These Arms Are Snakes are George fucking Foreman. [www.thesearmsaresnakes.org]