Lead Story
In Threes: Tonos Triad
Forming in 2006, Tonos Triad has broken the barrier of musical styles with their multi-instrumental approach. Comprised of double bass player, Aaron Ransdell, classical guitarist Yevgeny Baburin, and Rod Schindler on accordion, melodica, mandolin, suitcase drum kit, and whatever else he can reach for, the Noblesville trio create a unique style with unlimited possibilities.
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Indianapolis
Blind Pilot (Concert Review)»
The music itself produced feelings of tranquility and peace. To call it country is misleading, folk is too general, and rock is inaccurate. Imagining all of the above, blended with components of bluegrass and inspiration from the hills, one only begins to understand what Blind Pilot represents.
Beyond
Horse’s Ha – Of the Cathmawr Yards (Music Review)»
Rating: 4 out of 5
Of The Cathmawr Yards is about how a group of artists can stretch out their abilities without being considered kitschy.
Super Iffy
El Nino»
John played a guitar that appeared to have been thrown into a wood chipper and bound back together with duct tape with a stalk of effect pedals hanging off of the guitar itself like a sonic tumor.
Music Essays
Antlerand – Branches»
Whatever musical army Portland is building, add Antlerand to the mix of diverse multi-instrumentalism and that marching rat-a-tat rhythm that echoes within the mountains and skyscrapers of the Oregon Territory. And with a state motto like “She flies with her own wings,” it should not be so alarming that a majority of Portland bands are on a level of their own.
Words On Words
June 28, 2009»
A thousand years ago, monks were hunkering down in their robes, by the clear blue bowl of the ocean, to sit and enjoy the Summer breezes and read their tattered scrolls. Today, the beaches are more crowded, but the principle is the same. And as long as there is sand, and water, and warmth, there will be those who want to soak in it with a good book.
The Eye
Deastro @ The Vollrath»
If it wasn’t for people running in and out of The Vollrath, and potential gawkers outside, along with Randolph Chabot’s enticing story that he told what wrapped around a tale about driving straight from Los Angeles to Indianapolis just to play here before heading back to Detroit, we would have never known about the chaos that was going on inside.
