(Katie Sims/Sun Staff Photographer)

Pop, Rock and Indie Bands Take the Stage at Cayuga Lodge

Despite the single digit temperatures and the layer of fresh snow on the ground, Cayuga Lodge’s basement was full on Saturday night, thanks to four out of town bands. Ellen Siberian Tiger, Rickie & Aimee, And The Kids  and Adult Mom brought a mix of performance styles, though their music was similar and went well together. The show was cohesive, danceable and fun. Ellen Siberian Tiger, a five-piece group out of Philadelphia, opened up the night with sweet rock music that leaned toward folksy, but had its bold moments. Frontwoman and songwriter Ellen Tiberio-Shultz brought powerful vocals, and the whole band brought skilled instrumentation.

Fanclub's Fantastic Five

Buenos dias, Cornell peeps! Well. It has been a rather epic weekend for the arts on our campus far above Cayuga’s waters. Cornell designers wowed audiences at Once Upon a Runway, and Girl Talk presided over a massive dance party in Barton Hall (I, unfortunately, could not attend, but I hope ya’ll got to shake your groove things). However, there was another show this weekend that maybe many of you were not aware of — which is your loss, because the Fanclub Collective made a little bit of history Saturday night. I’m talking five bands for five bucks kind of history. What now, brown cow?

Music Update: Funky Folk and Fanclub Collective

My friends, I have done a bad thing. A super-confidential secret music source sent me the tracks from the new Akron/Family album, set to be released May 5, 2009, and I couldn’t help it — I listened. Forgive me Father, etc., etc.
Now that I have confessed, allow me to offer you some friendly advice. On May 5th, buy this album. Put in on your imagination pod. Play it over and over. You will like it (or I’ll know why). If at first you don’t succeed (in liking it, that is) try, try again.

Bird Names: Live Show Electric!

Bird Names is a band that reminds me of two things: fruits, specifically drupes, and Rube Goldberg machines. Alright, that’s unhelpful. But I’m just reframing the usual stuff. You see, Bird Names is an excellent band, abnormally resonant among the grey masses of pleasure pop. Typically, I’ll queue up a new band’s recordings and I’ll hear instruments. I’ll hear the drum kick, the layered guitars. When I first heard Bird Names, I thought of a fruit bowl: bright, colorfully cacophonous and, at the heart, juicy sweet. In summary, I was, and yet remain, very excited about Bird Names. How neat, then, that Bird Names is coming to Ithaca — to precious little No Radio Records!