January 9, 2010 9pm
The Summit
2210 Summit St.
(614) 268-9377
$5
Ages 18+ - under 21 pay $2 surcharge at the door
The Wildbirds
http://www.myspace.com/thewildbirds
Dedicated touring unit the Wildbirds started off in 2005 in a secluded hunting cabin in deepest Wisconsin. There, members Nicholas Stuart (lead vocals, guitar), Matthew Reetz (guitar), Hugh Masterson (bass), and Jon Jon Fries (drums) conjured up some freewheeling rock songs and sent the rough tracks out to labels, just to see if anyone would bite — Universal Republic did, in 2006. Producer Greg Fidelman (U2, Green Day, Tom Petty, Red Hot Chili Peppers) and engineer Greg Gordon (Oasis, Hot Hot Heat, Jet) were brought on board to put the polish on the Wildbirds’ debut release, Golden Daze, and by 2007 the record was completed and out. Converting a short bus into a biodiesel-burning, rolling hotel, the lads set out on three massive tours of the U.S. and an East-to-West trek across Canada, with plans to head to the U.K. in 2008.
This Is My Suitcase
http://thisismysuitcase.com/
This Is My Suitcase is the unruly music performed by five even-unrulier friends.
This Is My Suitcase was born in the innocent times of 2005, carved from the atrophied spots on Joseph Anthony Camerlengo’s heart. The induction of This Is My Suitcase to the scary world outside of Joseph’s bedroom walls would soon be the band’s first full length album: Missent to Thailand (2006), a unique thirteen song proclamation that love exists and is. With little-to-no “critical” acclaim, Missent to Thailand was, in it’s own untraditional way, a hit, especially considering it exclusively recorded with a computer microphone! Now with a notable amount of public support, This Is My Suitcase grew and grew into an entire five piece punk orchestra, currently featuring: Nicholas Manos (bad karma’s response to U2’s The Edge), Jeremy Skeen (the potential ghost of the late Mitch Mitchell), Joseph Fitzgerald (Satan’s answer to Sting), and Mary Lynn Gloeckle (our own personal Schroeder). Over the last four years of trying times and some concurrent failing times, This Is My Suitcase has self-released an insurmountable amount of freakish pop music over the internet, free of any charge to it’s lucky listener, including: The C EP (2006), The C.R.E. ep (2007), and countless other original songs, cover songs (from The Beach Boys to Michael Jackson), and limited-releaser tour theme songs to coincide with each of their tours.
By January 1st of 2008, a fat-ruled notebook had been filled red cover-to-red cover with production, recording, mixing, and vocal notes for the next This Is My Suitcase full length album. Six months later, the raucous band overtook Mike Green’s (The Matches, Paramore) Los Angeles studio during the graveyard shift (usually eleven pm to then am), working themselves in and out of a comatose state for two weeks of recording drums and shattering glass. As quickly as they came, the band soon found themselves back in Columbus, Ohio, chauffeuring a laptop and broken microphone from random location to random location, recording woodwinds, strings, horns, saws, and tinkerings on their record, literally every single day. This was still only the beginning, as the self-recording of The Keys To Cat Heaven would stretch on for eight more long months, unbeknownst to anyone at this point. From July of 2008 until August of 2009, This Is My Suitcase masterminded a fifteen-song disasterpiece unlike any other. Any time wasted or spent on this album was well worth it, any of the five band members will tell you with absolute certainty in their otherwise uncertain voices. The band’s latest full length album, The Keys To Cat Heaven (2009), is their best collection to date.
If you are fed up with paying full price for albums that lack french horn featurettes and string quartets; if your record collection feels void of cat and ghost content, lyrically-speaking; if your album art collection feels incomplete without a cat ghost, literally-speaking; if you immediately need your body to build an immunity to a virulent swarm of dancing falsettos and flutes; if you have been digging for records that will highlight that you are both playful and witty; if you want an album that you can stream at an appropriate volume from your apartment window to prove to passer-bys that you are intelligent and ironic; if you have been looking for a solid album to rattle the tiles from your roof while you bang your head; if you wish that Sesame Street sing-alongs sounded more like old Flaming Lips albums; if you wish that new Flaming Lips albums sounded more like vintage Sesame street records, we have the album for you: The Keys To Cat Heaven.