Published Nov 16, 2015While Archers of Loaf have reunited occasionally in recent years, frontman Eric Bachmann has slowed down with his solo act Crooked Fingers. Come 2016, however, this will change, as Merge will reissue the project's first two full-lengths.
On January 29, both 2000's Crooked Fingers and 2001's Bring on the Snakes will be reissued on wax. This will be the first vinyl release for either LP.
Along with the original albums being pressed on vinyl, Crooked Fingers will come with nine bonus cuts (including demos and rarities) that will be released via a download card, plus new liner notes. Also a download, Bring on the Snakes will come with a bonus demo of each song, plus an essay by Matt Berninger of the National. These are available to pre-order from Merge's online store (either separately or in a bundle).
At the bottom of this page, listen to the 7-inch track "Red Devil Dawn" (which appears on the Crooked Fingers reissue), plus a demo of "Rotting Strip (which appears on the Bring on the Snakes reissue).
Below, read a statement from Bachmann about the reissues. The re-release tracklists are below that.
My favorite thing is to make records. I've dedicated my life to it. I can't believe I've been fortunate enough to perform for over two decades now. It is not because of me. It is because of you. Thank you.
One interesting thing I've noticed over that time is that many artists never listen to the records they make after they make them. I am guilty of this. Some of it is out of chronic self- loathing. Some of it is that I listened to the thing so much when I recorded it that I don't need to hear it ever again. And some of it is that I've said what I have to say with that particular group of songs and am compelled to move forward.
Occasionally, Merge requires approval from me of old things, and I must listen to them. I cannot say that I am either proud or ashamed of old things. I can say, however, that they do accurately document where I was creatively and emotionally at that time, and that throughout this process of revisiting, I fall into little trances, where flashes of random memories enter my mind. The following little bit came to me in such a way as I was listening to the vinyl test pressing of the first Crooked Fingers LP. I was struck by how hard I had to push air through my vocal chords to get the notes out on "Man Who Died of Nothing at All."
In the spring of 1999, a few days before I started driving from North Carolina to Seattle to record Crooked Fingers, I went to an ENT doctor to have my hearing checked. A constant ringing had set up shop permanently in my ears, and my left ear in particular felt airy. It turned out I had developed a mild case of tinnitus, and that my left ear had lost some hearing above 8 kilohertz. It wasn't good news, the doctor said, but it wasn't terrible as I could start using some fancy earplugs and decelerate the trend.
Next, she put a band around her head with a mirror attached to it and shined a bright light down my throat. The mirror on her head reflected back into my face and the glare blinded me.
"I'm going to perform an indirect laryngoscopy on you. Open wide."
She pressed my tongue down with a gauze-wrapped wooden popsicle stick.
"Now say 'Ahhh,'" she said.
"Now say, 'Eeeee.'"
"Oh, wow. What do you do for work?"
"I'm a rock and roll man."
I meant to say "I'm in a rock band," but with that stick in my mouth, it came out as "I'm a rock and roll man," and I liked the sound of it so much that I just let it hang there.
"Oh... A rock and roll man. Very nice. And they pay you for that?"
"Well, that must be nice."
"It is nice."
"Do you smoke?"
"Not too much," I lied. I was smoking about a pack and a half a day back then.
"Do you drink?"
"How much? A drink a day? Three drinks a day?"
"Um... Maybe a little more than three?" Another fib.
"Do you use recreational drugs of any kind?"
I didn't answer that one.
"Well," she said with condescension and disdain, "your voice box looks atrocious. The entire thing is inflamed, a white blanket on your epiglottis suggests chronic infection, and I see at least three significant calluses on the vocal chords themselves. And that's without even doing a direct fiberoptic laryngoscopy! Honey, you need to stop whatever it is that you're doing if you want to be able to talk when you're 45!"
Last April I turned 45. Seems like yesterday.
1. Crowned in Chrome
2. New Drink for the Old Drunk
3. Pigeon Kicker
4. Man Who Died of Nothing at All
5. Broken Man
6. Black Black Ocean
8. She Spread Her Legs and Flew Away
9. Under Sad Stars
10. Little Bleeding
11. Our New Favorite (1998 4-Track Cassette Demo)
12. Crowned in Chrome (1998 4-Track Cassette Demo)
13. New Drink for the Old Drunk (1998 4-Track Cassette Demo)
14. Pigeon Kicker (1998 4-Track Cassette Demo)
15. Broken Man (1998 4-Track Cassette Demo)
16. Black Black Ocean (1998 4-Track Cassette Demo)
17. A Little Bleeding (1998 4-Track Cassette Demo)
18. Atchafalayan Death Waltz (from the Sub Pop single)
19. Red Devil Dawn (from a self-released 7")
Bring on the Snakes:
1. The Rotting Strip
2. Devil's Train
3. Surrender Is Treason
4. Sad Love
5. Doctors of Deliverance
6. Every Dull Moment
7. Here Come the Snakes
8. There's a Blue Light
9. Rotting Strip (Demo)
10. Devil's Train (Demo)
11. Surrender Is Treason (Demo)
12. Sad Love (Demo)
13. Doctors of Deliverance (Demo)
14. Every Dull Moment (Demo)
15. Here Come the Snakes (Demo)
16. There's a Blue Light (Demo)