If you haven't heard of Five Headed Cobra, you probably don't believe in the supernatural. Baked on the sun cracked streets of post Occultic, Los Angeles, with a live show that rivals the hold your breath moments of Houdini's near-tragic Water Tank performance, this Psyche-Glam, back alley quintet is equal parts séance and the other, a slow motion Majik trick. As if squeezed through a God's portal from the other side, we realize, as we're watching and listening, that in Quantum time, this band doesn't even really exist.