You like raw punk blues? You want rock ‘n’ roll deep-fried in a batter of fuzzy guitars and static-heavy vocals, with sparks of guitar noise popping off at all angles? From the Soledad Brothers to the Dirtbombs to the Immortal Lee County Killers, there’s been no shortage of primitive rawk busting speakers across the country, but the Black-Eyed Snakes jump into the game with talent that electrifies like a handful of wet livewires. It’s the Black-Eyed Snakes is the excellent debut from Minnesota’s Snakes, and the record is highly recommended for folks who like any of the aforementioned blues contortionists. Starring Alan Sparhawk (on break from the slow, dreamy world of his other band, Low) as the muffled mouth at the mike, the two-guitarists-and-one-drummer trio stomps through a couple eclectic covers (Moby, Muddy Waters, and the Fall all get the same sludgy guitar treatment) before getting down to the mean business of knife-wielding women and New Orleans sins. Add a little harmonica in places, and whirl the pace into a slow-burning fever at the end of every song, and you’ve got the makings for some fiery punk blues courtesy of a little venom.
.The Black-Eyed Snakes
It's the Black-Eyed Snakes (Chair-Kicker's Music)
