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Hot Snakes, Mannequin Pussy
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When Hot Snakes started teasing a new album, it seemed too good to be true. Swami John Reis and Rick Froberg have spent a lifetime developing a formidable guitar chemistry driven by the power of furrowed brows and unapologetic muscle — born of Southern California post-hardcore and tempered by the intellectual angst of ’90s indie rock. Jericho Sirens, the group’s fourth album, and first for Sub Pop, shows off a fascinating time of change for the group. Sure, the pulverizing thrust of “I Need A Doctor,” “Six Wave Hold-Down,” and “Death Camp Fantasy” evoke the fiery and melodic dirges of Hot Snakes’ early aughts classics. Here, each song resonates with measured tension. Call it what you will — maturity, experience. Jericho Sirens is tough-as-nails but precise in its execution. — Chad Radford