An entire band fell asleep and missed a gig. All of five of them. With, they swear, no pharmaceuticals involved. “Except caffeine,” the singer says, “and that obviously didn’t work.”

Out-of-town affair, of course. Long drive. Wrong directions. Finally arrived, three hours before the show, at a friend’s house—empty, but the band had keys—where they could dress and nap. And nap and nap and nap.

This is why, upon their homecoming engagement at the Bullfinch, Random Hall Sweep played all night in pajamas. They’re shaking a curse.

Preschool Friends with Addi Tude at the Bullfinch… Ideas & Discoveries and Teen Ink, some kind of bright-eyed youth aggregation, at Hamilton’s… Wordy cult heroes Library Journal, with a solo set by leader Dewey, at D’ollaire’s…