Never underestimate the power of a basement house show. And certainly don’t underestimate a crew of dudes who when a venue shuts down a show, say, “no doubt, we’ll move the show to my house!” Enter Bayliss’ crib and basement. No set up. No roommate permission; just a throw down of great music. Maserati, who don’t go with vocals, was first described to me ‘as a dynamic group I needed to know about,’ where, ‘when they stop playing, you fall forward as what they do, has been holding you up.’ True that. Before them were Absinthe Blind from Champaign, IL who were very dynamic with a young female flower on keys and voice, all of them doing really cool stuff on some long pieces. Then The Rutebega, South Bend favorites and some dudes that play some original rock that made me think they would work on Saddle Creek. Then Clark did their thing at about 1AM. Off the fucking South Bend Notre Dame meat rack. Sing along, clap along, kids playing percussion on the ducts and pipes all over the hot packed cramped basement where people were getting open and dancing. The hosts got bloody too, check Pat’s bloody mouth in the photos. There is something up in South Bend and they don’t need a venue to prove it. Thanks for the invite, the Miller High Life out the can, and the added entertainment of the Enforcer.