Article Contributed by Elliot Engebretson
Published on November 19, 2025
RADO
Globe Hall sits tucked into one of those north Denver pockets where the neighborhood hums with its own kind of electricity, and on Saturday night that current ran straight through the main room of the famed Globe Hall. By the time RADO took the stage, the warm glow of smiling faces standing shoulder-to-shoulder were loose, and ready for whatever psychedelic rabbit hole the band decided to pull them down. RADO has quietly become one of Denver’s most exciting acts, a group that can be a jam-band one minute, a trance-rock engine the next, then suddenly morph into psych astronauts stretching sound like the expanding universe. This show was all of that and more.
RADO opened the show with “Cloudjumper,” which immediately felt like someone lifting the ceiling off Globe Hall. The tune has a floating, slow-spiral ascent, and the band stretched the intro long enough that you could feel the whole room syncing. As the jam ascended, the groove became “Bass Invades,” and the title couldn’t have been more applicable. Bassist Kevin MacKinnon rumbled through the floorboards like a subway arriving under the venue, lighting up the low-end and setting the stage for the magic to come. The band pushed this into a kind of neon-city chase sequence that naturally funneled into “City Lights.” Suddenly, the room was shimmering, as Dylan Tuthill’s fierce tone echoed throughout the halls of the Globe like a bat out of hell. All around, people were getting down to the sights and sounds transpiring before them. It’s a beautiful thing, one that can only be created by the energy of live music, when a group of strangers can get together for a night, dance, sing and grow together as one. RADO brought that fierce energy for two full sets and more.
Out of the dust came “Favorite Floor,” which featured a quick “Crazy Frog” tease from keyboardist James Hatch, who smiled to those keen ears picking up on the tease. People were dancing with their whole bodies now, arms up, heads back. It was warm, sweet, and surprisingly grounded after the cosmic detours.
A major highlight was up next, as RADO gave a nod to local jamband heroes The Magic Beans, who recently announced their final shows as a band. The “Mr. Scientist > Thank You Mr. Science > Mr. Scientist” sandwich ended up being the heart of the first set, as fans of the Beans danced feverishly to the local jam legends’ cover. “Mr. Scientist” already has that quirky, bean-flickering energy, and it was extra special knowing it was their tribute to The Magic Beans, one of Denver’s own. They seemed to channel that Beans-style playfulness, too, dipping into funky turnarounds and grinning across the stage at each other like they were passing an inside joke around.
As fans may have noted, one big change to RADO has been the addition of new drummer, Jeremy Deitz, or “Deitz” as fans know him. Jeremy Deitz brings a fresh, dynamic pulse to RADO, keeping the tight, dance-friendly grooves going with subtle, textural drumming that elevates their psychedelic jams. His background in both performance and production gives him a rare awareness of how rhythm interacts with space, sound, and the flow of a live show. On stage, he’s equal parts listener and leader, locking in when the band wants to drive and painting around the edges when they drift into improvisation. With his versatility, sensitivity, and natural stage presence, Deitz feels less like a new member and more like a spark, pushing RADO into new musical heights.
After a quick set break, RADO came back and wasted no time diving into a fan favorite, “Jellyfish Sandwich.” Notes wobbling, stretching, bending like heat waves off concrete, they then seamlessly dropped into “Coffee Beans,” and the whole room perked up. Dylan slid in a cheeky “Jedi Theme” tease mid-jam, while keyboardist James Hatch briefly slipped into a funky “First Tube” nod to Phish, before RADO cosmically transported back into “Jellyfish Sandwich” to close the loop. The transitions were seamless all night long, it honestly felt like they were navigating the set by instinct more than structure.
A huge surprise came from another cover, this time “Lazaretto,” a Jack White nod that they played with a funky, raw edge. The room got loud, messy, and beautifully unhinged for a few minutes. To close, RADO launched into their staple “Life As A Machine,” which hit like a late-night sprint through a video-game tunnel. At one point bassist Kevin MacKinnon tossed in a Disco Biscuits “Helicopters” tease that sent a ripple of recognition through the crowd.
As usual, the jams soared bright, sharp, and upward until they slammed into the final chord of “Life as a Machine” and the room erupted. This was Globe Hall’s RADO debut, and they treated it like a celebration. The band is clearly leveling up right now, tight but adventurous, playful but precise, and the teases, tributes, and genre-hopping confidence made the night feel like a snapshot of a group right on the edge of something bigger. With their Bluebird Theater show announced for January 5 with Photon, it’s pretty clear they’re only accelerating.
