Cheap’s Andy’s gets to the ‘heart’ of the matter and goes far beyond Minnesconsin — although still the Upper Midwest — to bring in the Sushi Roll band to Heartland Days

They come all the way from Chicago, although not necessarily as far as the south side, and that’s no bull, although there will be a bull to ride. This group from the Windy City that provides something completely different — odes to Gwen Stefani and Spiderman among others in their online bio’s photo — the Sushi Roll band is pop from Chicago, a high-energy dance music and rock ‘n roll swagger unit topped off with memorable stage costumes, inspired by Cosplay, Anime and Super Heroes. They will play at Cheap Andy’s for Heartland Days in Hammond this weekend. Founded by music industry vets and fronted by two of the most mesmerizing young lead singers in all of Chicago, Sushi Roll is, again, made up of driving rock, light-hearted pop, and over-the-top theatrical verve. They easily transition between revved-up versions of your favorite pop and rock hits by artists like Bruno Mars, Rick Springfield, Lady Gaga, Nelly, AC/DC, P!nk, Neon Trees and the Jackson 5, a mix that sets them apart from other such costumed tribute bands in the two-state area. Think land of the rising fun! They will take the stage at 8 p.m. Friday and will be part of the street dance and mechanical bull in the sport court.
— This is a “Rich” one. You can win an autographed guitar by John Rich of the country group Big and Rich with purchase of his Redneck Riveria whiskey, at Emma’s in River Falls and other such places. It is advertised as an American Blend, which makes sense because The Man is shown on flyers with an American flag as a backdrop. And I must note that he looks just like the older version of Rob Halford of Judas Priest (sorry about again, another heavy metal reference).
— The Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt at times brings in new blood, but not always two such bands in the same weekend, and not just Lennon and Zeppelin. There will be Led Foot Larry on Friday night and The Classics on Saturday.

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