Though The Arm defiantly escapes categorization, elements of their sound and musical approach elicit comparisons to bands like The Fall, Les Savy Fav, and Echo and the Bunnymen.  

Synthesizing disparate elements of the past 30 years of music into one sweaty, heaving movement of sonic assault, the band lives on that precarious edge between post-punk and whatever the future holds. 

photo: dániel perlaky

The Arm is the apocalypse threatening to descend and utterly annihilate dance floors everywhere. Thick, dripping basslines that shake one’s organs couple in some unholy way with dizzying and volatile drum patterns. The abrasive sand-paper vocals preach salvation by fire while the banshee organ shrieks. Sharp, staccato guitar work builds rhythmic accents on top of each other exploding chaotically, but decisively, into an overload of sonic tornadoes.

Having stood out from the thousands of bands in the ultra-competititve live music capital of the world, Austin, Texas, The Arm has consistently packed the most respected venues in the city and set the whole floor to vibrating with people who’ve quite simply lost their shit.

Their reputation quickly spread outside Texas state lines and during their short career, the band has shared the stage with (and in some cases stolen the show from) a number of touring bands like British Sea Power, The Fiery Furnaces, Calla, The (International) Noise Conspiracy, Comets on Fire, New Model Army, The Double, and many others. Following up packed South By Southwest showcase perfromances (where press and fans literally brawled for position), the band played a feverish set at CMJ Music Marathon 2005 where they nearly replaced Williamsburg with nothing but a smoldering crater.

With a critically acclaimed first album under their non-white belts (The Arm S/T, almost SOLD OUT) and a recently-tracked new LP, Call You Out, with producer Chris Zane (Les Savy Fav, Calla, Inouk) to be released on Indierect Records in early April of 2006, The Arm is ready to take this whole sweaty dancefloor, disco-punk brouhaha to the final level: complete and total annihilation.