When Particles Collide

When Particles Collide

Cellophane Jane, Kalaika

Thu · April 19, 2018

9:00 pm


This event is all ages

When Particles Collide
When Particles Collide
Sasha and Chris met in Bangor Maine during a 2010 local production of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Sasha was cast as a guitar playing Yitzhak and Chris played Schlatko, the band’s drummer. Six months later the two were a band, and three years later the band became a marriage.

Since forming in 2010, When Particles Collide has self-released seven sets of recordings: a six song demo (Mass to Energy), a four song EP (Making Enemies), a ten song full length (Pop!Pop!Bang!Bang!), a five song EP (EGO), a nine song full length (Photoelectric), a very personal six song EP (This Town), and a collaborative 4 song EP (ECOTONE).

Sasha and Chris tour the US extensively and during 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015 and 2016 averaged between 70-95 shows per year. During the summer of 2014 they completed a marathon 8 week, coast to coast tour of the entire US. March of 2015 and 2016 found them playing 15 shows in 16 days and two more 8 week summer tour taking them back to many of their favorite cities and new ones. All of their booking and promoting, like their recordings are 100% D.I.Y. keeping the American spirit of self-reliance, tenacity and resourcefulness alive and well.

The music of When Particles Collide includes Southern Rock choruses, New Wave a la Blondie vocals, lightning speed Green Day-esque drumming, classic Motown grooves and Queens of the Stone Age-style riffs — and yet somehow it all sounds like Chris and Sasha.
Cellophane Jane
Cellophane Jane
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Every winter, Cleveland, Ohio, tests the love of its faithful. Starting around late November and often lasting through April, temperatures dip below freezing; wind whips off Lake Erie, stealing even more heat from passing bodies; and clouds obscure the sun and blanket the city with snow and ice. For months, gray and white become the landscape’s dominant colors, and the lake turns a churning gray-green flecked with ice.
A few hearty souls take advantage of the extreme weather and surf the wind- kicked waves at Edgewater Beach, a sandy inlet just west of downtown, but most Clevelanders elect to hunker down indoors and wait out the season, often fortified with a favorite local brew.
Understandably, Craig Ramsey has experimented with a trial separation from his longtime home during these less-than-hospitable months. For the past several winters, the singer-songwriter-producer has loaded up a vintage RV with the contents of his eastside recording studio and pointed the vehicle south, down Interstate 71.
While the rest of Cleveland awaits spring’s arrival, Craig wanders through Florida, where he periodically stops to write and record songs wherever he can find a friendly source of electricity (the artsy fishing village of Matlacha, outside of Fort Myers, has been especially kind to him). There, in the comfort of his home away from home— sun streaming through the windows, side door thrown open to the salty breeze—he tracks his songs’ richly orchestrated parts, eventually returning to Cleveland to record acoustic drums and create the final mix.
The first results of this nomadic approach to his art can be heard on the fittingly titled Home/Away, the stunning debut album by Kalaika (pronounced ka-LAHY-ka). In some ways, Kalaika not only represents a departure from home, but also a departure from self.
Jeremy Leuenberger providing soft-rock sparks via his on five songs), he
ultimately felt more comfortable creating figurative distance for himself by attributing the songs to a group name of sorts. Kalaika, as a quick Google search will tell you, is Hawaiian for “Craig,” a fact the songwriter learned at a young age when his grandmother returned home from a tropical vacation one winter with souvenir trays bearing her grandchildren’s island names.
Similarly, Craig has brought back a healthy dose of sunshine from his own journeys. Beds of acoustic guitars strum major chords to Merseybeat and Motown rhythms. Glockenspiel, organ and synth-strings shadow his indelible vocal melodies. Softly stacked harmonies lift the songs into Brian Wilson territory, as do the melancholy lyrical concerns that contrast the music’s bright surfaces. The effect is like that of a dream-pop Beach Boys, with Craig penning—not “teenage symphonies to God,” as Wilson once aspired to write—but picture postcards inviting us all to escape. At least for a little while.
Venue Information:
Happy Dog
5801 Detroit Rd
Cleveland, OH, 44102