Cobra Skulls

Cobra Skuuuuuuuuuulls! They're back like a bunch of filthy, similarly-dressed super heroes. Okay, let's cut to the chase: You heard the name before but you don't know the finer points of what the band is about, right? That's where I come in. Devin, the singer, bass player is a six -foot-six, 118 lb. Argentinian freakshow of a man. He's also a bit of a rabble rouser. He's often mustachioed, not because of the sweet irony, but because that's how they do it down there. He's joined by Luke on the drums, who resembles Masters of the Universe's Beast Man, and Adam, who (and I'm not even joking) honed his chops as a wedding singer and live Karaoke comptroller before he made the decision to make all the brides-to-be from his hometown cry and hit the road ten months a year. That means he can play "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and "Cry Me a River" on command. Beat that, assholes! Wait, there's more!
The Cobra Skulls are from Reno, so lest you think this frustration with the modern world is prefabricated, let me assure you, it was homegrown in an artificial desert hellscape where flowers bloom in sand and hookers take you out to 29-cent breakfasts after breaking decomposing teeth off on your ballsack. I mean, on their new record there's a song lamenting the loss of our free access to everything and anything in this world. "And water is next…" Devin ominously forewarns. Hey, like I said, Reno. They're fucking crazy out there, but that's rule number one of great art, man: Crazy is compelling. They didn't teach you that in journalism school, did they? Didn't think so.
Okay, I'm just gonna go ahead and skip to talking about the new record now…It's called American Rubicon. Know what that means? Me either, but I think it has to do with being up against some seriously heavy shit, you know, passing the point of no return as a nation, and all that. Or maybe on a smaller scale, as individuals. Sheesh, man. Don't make me figure all this out. That's why art is such a many-splendored flower, bro. It's open to interpretations the likes of which… Look, that's not important, let's just say that Devin screams in both English and Argentinean Spanish over a dangerous combination of the Misfits, Chuck Berry, and the Clash about heavy duty topics ranging from his personal experience working for the ACLU when a discharged vet told him the story of being so bummed out with the war in Iraq that he purposely got a DUI while on patrol in order to get sent home (beats shooting off your toe), to lamentations about the state of America's docile masses, to the aforementioned tale of our doomed free tap water, to straight up love songs. This isn't the kind of stuff that's easy to classify which is exactly why the Cobra Skulls are so worth hearing, and also exactly why they're so awesomely scary.
But hey, don't take my word for it. Check 'em out yourself. They're always on the road. This year, they'll be out with Anti-Nowhere League, The Lawrence Arms, and Teenage Bottlerocket, just to name a few. Go see 'em scare the hot water right out of you while Devin screams "Even though my hands prepared the food you eat, you wouldn't stop and shake it if you saw me on the street" over Chad's pummeling and Adam's axe mastery (Yeah, I said axe mastery. Sue me. I'm a dungeon master when I'm not doing this shit).
What else, they're on tour like crazy, they, themselves are crazy, uh…mentioned the mustache, mentioned Justin Timberlake…uh, OH! Yeah, Alternative Press named Cobra Skulls a "Band To Watch", and none of these dudes even have that Jen Anniston haircut thing that is so big in that magazine, so this is a recommendation based on actual chops, innovation, and real, honest-to-god skull fucking ass kickery. Trust me, man. There's no media-savvy corporate machine behind these guys. I mean, have you read their bio?