There’s something to be said about Midwestern generosity and kindness. It’s a stereotype that exists in the same way that, say, Philadelphians constantly have a chip on their collective shoulders, or New Yorkers are often reliably smug in their coolness. So when you get a chance to talk to a Midwestern band like Cloakroom (the pride of Indiana), it’s still a little disarming to be met with that familiar welcomeness. What’s really disarming is the fact that the band in question is one of the most consistently capital-H heavy, inventive bands going — think Hum with (somehow) more titanic guitars and an even burlier rhythm section.
