March 12, 2010 8pm
The Summit
2210 Summit St.
(614) 268-9377
$5
Ages 18+ - under 21 pays $2 surcharge at door
One For The Team
http://www.myspace.com/onefortheteam
Indie pop band One for the Team were founded by Minneapolis music scenester/songwriter Ian Anderson (not to be confused with the frontman of Jethro Tull) in an effort to use material that was unfit for his other band, Aneuretical. The group began as a strictly studio side project with drummer Elliot Manthey and bass player John Krueger, but soon blossomed into a full-time unit after the success of the group’s self-released 2006 album, Good Boys Don’t Make Noise. A flurry of lineup changes followed, with the band eventually settling on Anderson, Manthey, Grace Fiddler, and Jacob Huelster as its core. One for the Team toured heavily in support of their 2008 sophomore effort, Build It Up, sharing the stage with contemporaries like Dressy Bessy, French Kicks, and Frightened Rabbit before heading back into the studio for 2009’s eight-song EP Build a Garden. - ©1992-2008 All Media Guide, LLC
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.
Super Desserts
http://www.myspace.com/superdesserts
Opening act, Columbus, OH-based Super Desserts crowded onto the Hideout stage - which could barely fit all 12 members (I think I counted) - tuba player, banjo, five string players - including a cellist, saxophone, guitar and several singers who also played bells, ukeleles, shakers and tambourines, while the entire orchestra sang along to their peppy songs. Exhibiting a clean cut appearance and sweet and innocent sound that harkened back to the days of the New Christy Minstrels these cute lads and lasses are a breath of fresh air. Songs were short and sweet and addictive and featured delicious harmonies including the beat-driven “Ibiza,” “Gotta Lotta Sun” “Faster Tea” “Jump Out of the Way” (check out the great video of this song on You Tube), “Funeral” and “I Only Love You Because You Can Play Guitar” and especially the clever and catchy “Yr Heart” which featured singer Eve Searls. Made me feel so young again I had to pick up a vinyl copy of their album Banjo Forever (with great retro silk screen cover art) so I can learn the words to sing along next time they come to town. - Brad Walseth, ConcertLiveWire.com