The Basement
Music with real character -- music that towers and stands apart from the run-of-the-mill soup that can dominate too many clubs and shows -- is hard to come by.
Crooked Fingers' music has that kind of character. After two bland and forgettable opening acts Friday night at Durham's The Basement, Crooked Fingers unleashed a firebrand set of fresh air -- twisted and touching, lyrically thick and musically vibrant.
Fingers flows from the grit and sweat of local indie rock hero Eric Bachmann, who has abandoned the familiar confines of his '90s Chapel Hill rock institution, the Archers of Loaf. He's now spent two albums and a handful of years as Crooked Fingers, a dusty and dark rock outing with more Tom Waits and less Tom Petty.
There's a bleak beauty to all of Bachmann's songs, a twisted Western twang and an electric barroom edge. Most of the set found Bachmann on a sharp and tinny guitar with drums, a standing bass and an electronic tape loop backing him up. The lineup makes for a unique, grittily authentic sound that immediately defines the band and separates them from the rock crowd.