LADYFINGERS

Philadelphia Weekly :
"Ladyfingers auteur Adam Weiner’s the kind of artist you can imagine standing on the edge of the parkway early in the morning shaking his fist at traffic and cursing incoherently. That vaguely threatening, slightly unhinged undercurrent confers a gritty mien to his mix of shadowy piano ballads and ragged self-deprecating guitar paeans that peel back his skull cap to reveal the snap, crackle and pop of synapses. He’s got cabaret swagger like Tom Waits after spending too many hours inhaling subway fumes with a dash of Jonathan Richman’s affectless candor, wrung out after a week-long bender. Though he may feel like a schmuck, he possesses enough spark to transform his vanities into a towering inferno."
LA Weekly :
"I've got to lose some weight before the wedding, dude/I've got to
practice my handshake . . . All my friends are geniuses, and they all
respect me," Adam Weiner, a.k.a. the one-man band Ladyfingers,
brags/confesses on his new self-released CD, My Handbook. The New
Yorker has "no management, label affiliation, booking agent or
personal stylist," and, as he makes clear on the defiant folk-funk
rant "Scoliosis in Secaucus" ("Don't entertain me/I can entertain
myself"), he is a self-contained, self-aware and self-propelled song
factory, obviating the need for rock critics. He's a little bit like
the early, pre-cute Jonathan Richman, with such sarcastic lyrics as
"I'm happy listening to lite FM" and "There's a World War II memorial
underneath your dress . . . and I ain't impressed," but Mr.
Ladyfingers sluices his raw ballads and electric-guitar-backed
shuffles with a mournful beauty that goes beyond simple jokiness.
He'll be here all week (nightly, through December 5), but please don't
try the veal. It's been through enough already. (Falling James) ---
LA Weekly