Glass Fingers is the debut solo effort from Andrew Tweedy, better known for his guitar work in the exceptional metal outfit Buried Inside. Trading in his distortion pedal for an acoustic, and screams for mellowed singing, Tweedy's EP is essentially a complete 180 from his prior musical creations. As a huge fan of Buried Inside's Chronoclast, I was very excited to give this record a try, as I imagine many other Buried Inside fans will be as well. Tweedy's style falls into the indie category with artists like Iron & Wine and other likeminded stripped down acts. Though not quite as lo-fi or as heavily folk influenced as Iron & Wine, the calm guitar parts and mellow vocal style draw some definite similarities. The liner notes also show that Glass Fingers is also a true do-it-yourself album, with Tweedy being responsible for writing, producing, recording, mixing and mastering the disc. If it wasn't for the album layout by Adam Wentworth, which possesses a very simplistic yet accomplished feel, Tweedy's name would be the only one to be found in the notes. Glass Fingers is truly representative of Tweedy's artistic output, and I love that aspect about it. But does the music support itself Well, yes and no. The majority of the guitar work on this record is very appealing, and often has numerous layered parts. Unlike many solo acts in which the songs would fall flat on their faces without the presence of vocals, Glass Fingers is built upon a strong musical foundation that more than survives the breaks in between Tweedy's singing. My major disappointment with the EP is that the lyrics are often dangerously close to the under-developed adolescent love side of things. Lyrics like "I walked out empty handed / I lost my chance / You turned your back without a second glance" just seem a little out of place on an indie disc like this. The low point of Glass Fingers is definitely the track "That Summer," which sounds more like a bland acoustic version of a pop-punk song than an interesting stripped down indie-folk track. The song doesn't exactly ruin the record, it simply seems a little awkwardly placed with the rest of Glass Fingers. As was mentioned before, Tweedy chose to avoid the stereotypical lo-fi sound when producing the record. He passed on the cassette hiss in favor of a fuller, warmer guitar sound that works in his favor. No, he's not going to get hipsters talking about how he recorded his latest album with nothing more than a guitar, a case of beer and a Talkboy, but I think I'll be okay with that. Bottom Line: I still have mixed feelings about this EP. I don't think it's going to turn any heads in the world of indie music, nor do I think it will be the stepping stone for metal listeners to expand their horizons and get into the indie scene. However, I do highly recommend Glass Fingers to listeners just like myself, ones who love a good dose of indie with their metal and hardcore, and who would also be interested in hearing another side to a member of a Buried Inside. Tweedy won't blow you away, but chances are you'll be happy you checked him out.