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Crooked
Fingers
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fingers website]
Bring On the Snakes
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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
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