Pick A Day To Die

by Sunburned Hand of the Man

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    "Pick A Day To Die" is the first widely released album from the Sunburned Hand of the Man in a decade and one of the few true studio releases in the band's wide catalog. It was assembled in 2020 with Justin Pizzoferrato in Western Massachusetts. It will be pressed to 140 gram 12" vinyl in Virginia by Furnace and housed within a jacket bearing artwork by Jacy Webster. As a part of the Three Lobed Recordings 20th Anniversary series it features an OBI strip bearing an essay about the LP by Aquarium Drunkard's Tyler Wilcox.

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Flex 04:01 video
Solved 04:11
Initials 09:42
Prix Fixe 04:54


Sunburned Hand of the Man might be the last of the great American free rock collectives. There was a time, not too long ago, when every region of this great republic could boast of its own visionary troupe of seekers and improvisers, thrumming at the frequency of the illuminated world. There was Pelt in the south and Jackie-O Motherfucker in the Pacific northwest, No-Neck Blues Band in New York and the iridescent Jewelled Antler out in the Bay Area. And up in the New England wilds, there was The Sunburned Hand of the Man. It was a glorious time to be a weirdo, even amidst the smoldering wreck of the George W. Bush administration. While the pale white hipsters of the early millennial New York rock scene were cutting the canon of American music to a thin rail of pre-approved bands and albums, the amorphous free rock tribes were expanding it boundlessly. It was all in there. A veritable head music awakening. Loft jazz and European free improv, Xpressway and Takoma, Jandek and Elizabeth Cotton, the Taj Mahal Travelers and the Grateful goddamn Dead. David Keenan of The Wire memorably called it the New Weird America. It felt to me like the mystical democracy of Walt Whitman. It was never arch or jittery or wiry; it sprawled like the continent and massed like the seas. It produced some of the most singularly thrilling performances that I ever had the privilege of witnessing. Most of those groups have since gone dormant—disbanded entirely or decomposed into smaller units and solo projects. But the Sunburned Hand of the Man remains.

Or rather, we might say that the Sunburned Hand has returned. The sudden appearance of the phenomenal "Headless" in late 2019 felt like something of a resurfacing. There had, of course, been a steady trickle of obscuro cassettes and CD-Rs over the years, filling out an already bewilderingly immense and impossible to master discography. But Headless felt like their first proper album since the release of the Kieran Hebden-produced "A" on Ecstatic Peace! all the way back in 2010. It appears that it was no one-off.

When Sunburned settled on "Pick A Day to Die" as their new album’s title, I imagine it sounded more like a cool-ass James Bond movie than a grim memento mori for a plague-stricken nation. But here we are. Assembled from recently revisited recording sessions from between 2007 and 2017, "Pick A Day to Die" captures the full range of Sunburned’s sonic jive. The chiming opener “Dropped a Rock” situates Jeremy Pisani’s lovely acoustic guitar within a vast ECM-like spaciousness, even as knocks and creaks of percussion and the almost-animal whine of electronics suggest some enclosing menace just beyond the frame. The tension is eventually relieved by the motorik rip of the killer title track. “Let’s feel the midnight,” vocalist Shannon Ketch commences a solemn Beefheart-esque rant about jet black leather diapers and eight-piece chicken dinners. The greasy cycle-delica of “Pick a Day to Die” is a good reminder that Sunburned always rocked harder and, if they felt like it, nastier than their compatriots in the early aughts shamanic underground. Ketch barks at you nonsensically to “Taste the campfire!” like Iggy taunting the bikers on Metallic K.O. And, indeed, after the space disco nitrous hit of “Flex,” they are back at it. The tight “Black Lights” is more rumble music. The long demented eastern-tinged odyssey “Initials” dominates the second side, laying malfunctioning computer vocals over a serpentine guitar line. The savage album closer “Prix Fixe” is an aborted hardcore number that slowly gives way to bluesy desert rock blowout. The legendary J Mascis lends his inimitable lead guitar to some “Maggot Brain”-like acid rock ascendance.

The thing that one has to remember about Sunburned Hand of the Man is that while they were no less committed to vast, ritualistic summonings than their siblings in the American free rock underground, they were perhaps uniquely capable of channeling that cosmic funk. There’s a throb and a groove to Sunburned’s music that made it as much body music as head music. This is a different kind of American weirdness than that which conjures ghosts and threatens to tear down the veil between worlds. This is “free your ass” weirdness that chugs and bounces. It makes us want to get out of our heads where we’ve all been trapped these past months and drive on the freeway or bop down the street or loaf like Walt Whitman in the stoned sun. Like the man said, it makes us want to taste the campfire. Pick A Day to Die. Sure, but definitely not today.

--Brent S. Sirota--


released March 12, 2021

Conrad Capistran - synth on "Initials"
Gary War - synth
Jeremy Pisani - acoustic and electric guitars, organ on "Initials"
John Moloney - drums, vocals on "Initials" and "Prix Fixe"
Robert Thomas - bass, synth, guitar ("Prix Fixe"), vocals ("Solved")
Ron Schneiderman - guitar, viola on "Initials"
Shannon Ketch - celtic harp on "Initials", vocals on "Pick A Day To Die" and "Solved"
Taylor Richardson - synth on "Prix Fixe"
Sarah Gibbons - vocals on "Black Lights"
J Mascis - lead guitar on "Prix Fixe"

Black Dirt in Westtown NY by Jason Meagher (tracks 1, 3, 5, 5)
Sonelab in Easthampton MA by Justin Pizzoferrato (track 6)
Bank Row in Greenfield MA by Justin Pizzoferrato (track 7)
Verdant in Athens VT by Justin Pizzoferrato (track 2)

Additional Overdubs:
The Burnhole (tracks 5, 6, 7) by John Moloney
Dead-End Drive-In (track 2) by Jeremy Pisani
Bisquiteen (track 7) by Justin Pizzoferrato

Mixing at Sonelab by Justin Pizzoferrato in 2020.

Mastered by Patrick Klem.

Artwork by Jacy Webster.

Layout by Sarah Gibbons.

This record is comprised of studio recordings containing components from 2007, 2008, 2016, 2017 and 2020.


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