How Big Thief Found Itself Again
After bassist Max Oleartchik’s departure, Adrianne Lenker, Buck Meek, and James Krivchenia opened their borders on Double Infinity and discovered an identity elastic enough to hold multitudes.
Photo by Genesis Báez
Buck Meek and Adrianne Lenker decided James Krivchenia belonged in Big Thief before they ever saw him touch a drumstick—at least, of the inedible variety. “James has this incredible way of enjoying a meal, where he’s, like, really vocal about it, and makes all these beautiful sounds,” Meek tells me over Zoom, eyes crinkling. It’s been more than a decade since Krivchenia engineered Big Thief’s studio debut, Masterpiece, but Meek, the band’s guitarist, clearly still relishes the memory. “We just really fell in love with James over the course of that week, especially at the dinner table,” he says. “After that session, we hired him—having never even heard him play the drums.” Krivchenia shakes his head and laughs at the retelling, but the story holds: Big Thief’s mythology has always blurred friendship and music until the lines between them disappeared.
That bond has long characterized the band’s reputation. Meek and Lenker dated, married, and divorced, and the group only seemed to grow closer in the aftermath. A Los Angeles Times feature in 2019 summed up the band’s reputation with this headline: “Inner chemistry drives Big Thief.” Even their discography is studded with tokens of intimacy—after all, the final “F” in U.F.O.F. stands for “friend.” By the time they broke through in the late 2010s, fans and critics alike were fascinated by their closeness, joking about promo photos where the four musicians pressed shoulder to shoulder as if trying to fuse into a single body.
That persistent image—Big Thief as an unbreakable unit—inevitably made their first permanent rupture feel seismic. When bassist Max Oleartchik left in 2024, nine years into their run as a quartet, fans were blindsided. The band had weathered romance, divorce, and relentless touring, but Oleartchik’s exit cut differently. Almost immediately, speculation flared: the announcement had come on the heels of the band’s canceled Tel Aviv dates and its subsequent (rather muddled) public statements, and given Oleartchik’s Israeli background, it seemed easy to assume politics were the catalyst. Big Thief insists otherwise: while the timing was unfortunate, the causes were personal. They’ve likened the rupture to a divorce—a telling turn of phrase for a band that’s already survived one. And for a band whose identity was so bound to intimacy, the loss raised an existential question: what is Big Thief without the foundational chemistry that defined them?
That uncertainty hung over Double Infinity, their sixth record and first without Oleartchik. It’s also their follow-up to 2022’s maximalist masterpiece Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe in You, an album that stretched across 20 songs and every style in their arsenal. Double Infinity doesn’t answer the question of who Big Thief is now, but instead asks how far their bonds—musical and personal—can stretch without breaking. What emerges is less a direction than a proof of concept: Big Thief could go anywhere, and still remain themselves. As Krivchenia puts it, “We had this realization that the Big Thief identity can actually foundationally hold a lot more than we once thought it could. It can hold all these different players, and we’re still leading and guiding it, but it feels like a sturdy ship by itself, too.”
The album begins with a sweet hush: Lenker asking, “How can beauty that is living be anything but true?” It carries itself like a tether between eras, or as she sings on the title track, a “bridge of two infinities,” where “what’s been lost” meets “what lies waiting.” And that bridge wasn’t crossed alone. Voices, instruments, and companions weave through the record, expanding its center by opening it up. It is a Big Thief record, but also a Big Thief record in quotation marks—its identity defined by permeability and invitation.
At first, though, the new trio struggled. After Oleartchik’s departure, they retreated into their studio, hoping habit and sheer force of will might carry them forward. What they found instead was stasis. “During this transition, we felt just trapped in this vacuum, this echo chamber of our own minds,” Meek says. “We felt so stuck.” Over a decade of playing together had created predictability: every gesture preordained, every song hemmed in by expectation. “It’s easy to fall into a dogma like that,” Meek explains. “If you try something and it works, then it’s natural to want to repeat it in the hopes of getting the same results. But usually it actually works against you—you can’t try to repeat a creative process.”
To break the cycle, they swung hard in the opposite direction from Dragon New Warm Mountain. “We wanted an oscillation from making such an expansive record,” Meek explains. “Something that’s short but very dense—still with a feeling of expansiveness or depth, but this time, found in the density and the relationships between the different instruments, even between the songs themselves. Kind of like an inverse of the other album.” Krivchenia agrees: “Last time, we were really trying to wear all our different styles out and highlight differences between the songs and sounds. So this time around, I think that we all just wanted it to be sharp and focused and pack a punch.”
Early on, Big Thief fantasized about that taking the form of “the heaviest fucking album we’ve ever made,” as Meek remembers with a grin—short, loud, full of screaming. They banked on it for years. But when it came time to work out the kinks, the songs refused. However loud they played, the music kept asking for something else—and as Krivchenia reiterated throughout our chat, Big Thief has always been, at its core, a song-first band. They follow where the current leads. And so the album that began as an attempt to hammer things into shape ended up being an “inverse” to Dragon New Warm Mountain in a different way: not dense with blistering riffs, but with interwoven layers; sensory overload not in volume but in texture; intensity coming not from blunt force but from voices and instruments pressed against each other until the edges blurred.
Eventually, they let go of control, but not so much as a conscious decision than a gradual acquiescence. “Up until the very end, almost, that short, heavy, rock and roll album was still our working concept,” Meek admits, smiling sheepishly. “But then, simultaneously, the songs that were actually being written were nothing like that at all?” In the end, I think we just kind of allowed that oblique relationship to happen. We just let the music be whatever it wanted to be.” It was a crucial moment of letting go of control, one Meek says he found a great deal of value in—starting with such a clear-set plan, then letting intention ebb with the tide. (Although hopefully that short, loud, screaming album will crop at another point; when asked, Meek grins and says, “I’m sure it’ll happen.”)
Even then, the echo chamber loomed. To escape it, the trio biked from Brooklyn to Manhattan each morning in the dead of winter, settling into the Power Station for three frozen weeks, each made up of 9-hour days. And, immersed in friends and collaborators, they finally cracked the loop open. “Part of the impetus was just to take ourselves out of that isolation, and go to the city and surround ourselves with our community—with old friends and new friends, people that we loved and admired,” Meek says. “Reconnecting with that community for this album and then expanding that even further. It felt like a continuation of where we started—like we rediscovered who we were, who we are now, through the reflection of our community. And really, the music was almost just the byproduct of that.”