Sunburned Hand of the Man

Sunburned Hand of the Man at London 93 Feet East, Mon 31 May

Review by naat

Sunburned Hand of the Man are one of those mysterious, nebulous ‘free-folk’ collectives that some of my geekier friends get real excited about. Hailing from the backwoods of Massachusetts and seeing through the past six years with a variety of self-released LPs and CD-Rs, I pictured these kids in my mind in grainy super-8 living a life that was, well, way the fuck out-there. You know, every one of them wandering around naked and bearded (including the girls), hand-fashioning their record sleeves out of burlap and lentils, chanting and casting spells while tin pots and wind chimes created the background music that they lived by.»