Bring On the Snakes |
Crooked Fingers
Eric Bachmann's gravely, weathered voice
belies his age--as do his lyrics that are filled with a tired
bitterness that can usually only be conjured by an older man
who has lived a full life of debaucherous havoc. He's certainly
channeled a lot of Tom Waits
in his approach to song writing (and has moved forward since
departing the Archers of Loaf),
as most of his lyrics talk about broken, drunken men living
and dying in their loneliness. Pretty upbeat stuff, eh? Whether
true or imagined, there seems to also be some sort of nautical
thing going here, as his songs always make me picture
some guy in a longshoreman's cap with a face full of white stubble
sitting in a bar with nets and those big, glass balls hanging
on the walls. He really does say the word "drunk"
in like every song on the album. This has all the trappings
of a first solo album, with its sparse instrumentals injected
with some string flourishes, and melancholy attitude, but I
know that his best is yet to come. |
Musical Connections:
Archers of
Loaf
Barry Black
|
Booze
& Grub
Hipster
Movie Reviews
Hipster
Book Reviews