Red Suits on the Floor started out as five friends / havoc wreakors / parents / quasi - intellectuals making music together in an abandoned salt mine (without the salt and not abandoned and definitely not a mine) to pull out their collective creative chis and produce something akin to art. A year in, the older drummer left to pursue his dream of opening a bicycle shop and channel his inner Don Juan and one guitarist replaced him on the skins.
For a year, the band floundered. It continued on, though. Fighting through head colds / appraisals / broken dreams / possible deportations. It kept playing as a four piece until its own Alexander the Great appeared on guitar to complete the ensemble. Now, Red Suits on the floor are is probably the most important development to beset music since electrification. More importantly, they're still friends!