There is no debate that Hot Snakes were one of the most consistently original bands of the early ‘00s. It was a formula destined for greatness. Three untouchable albums, and then they seemed to dissipate like some kind of fever dream. I’m not sure I would have believed they even existed if the songs hadn’t been stuck in my head and heart for the last decade and a half. Then word came that tours were forthcoming, followed by a record. Could they possibly achieve the levels of intensity and near religious fervour that they were known for? The short answer is yes. Jericho Sirens not only takes top spot on my albums of the year list (or at least tied with Mind Spiders), but I have a sneaking suspicion that it may be the best Hot Snakes album. From the opening blasts of “I Need a Doctor” through the throbbing pulse of the title track. From that unmistakeable off kilter beat in “Death Camp Fantasy” to the sheer power of the album’s closing track “Death of a Sportsman,” Hot Snakes show us there is still art in guitar rock. This album gives me the chills so hard it makes my eyes water up when I am listening to it. That’s right, this album is so good it made me fucking cry. Take that as you will. –Ty Stranglehold (Sub Pop)