Holy Cobras Keep Your Hands Off My Stuff

The second release from cassette-only label Telephone Explosion, Keep Your Hands Off My Stuff sounds pretty perfect coming from tiny, shitty spools of analog tape. Hailing from our nation’s capitol and playing fuzz-drenched garage punk that makes models like Julian Casablancas quake in their Cons, Holy Cobras kind of sound like White Light/White Heat-era Velvet Underground playing twice as fast and without any of John Cale’s avant-garde deviations. Songs like "Stormy Weather” offer some blues flavour before kicking back into pure rock’n’roll territory, while "Sun Inside” is pretty much the Stooges with a keyboard, which is awesome. (Telephone Explosion)