Though These Arms are Snakes broke up quite a few years ago, now, I’ll always remember them as 1.) owning one of my favorite guitar tones of all time, and 2.) being the band I saw at just the right time in my life when a raucous, nihilistic live show seemed like the perfect form of therapy for my young adult angst. I still remember driving to Cleveland with my friend Nina to go see them and watching a crowd member get clocked in the head by a ladder that vocalist Steve Snere dug out of who-knows-where backstage. Keep reading after the jump for a look at how rowdy they could get when playing in front of a sizable crowd.

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