Tiny House envisions having a large roof. The newborn music collective, which celebrated its launch with a concert at Big Room Bar on a recent Wednesday, is designed to "support and empower musicians.

Tiny House envisions having a large roof.

The newborn music collective, which celebrated its launch with a concert at Big Room Bar on a recent Wednesday, is designed to "support and empower musicians, venues, and music organizations in Columbus by gathering resources, creating opportunities for collaboration, and encouraging interconnectivity in the scene," according to its mission statement.

In more practical terms, the four-person collective behind the launch hopes to make the local music scene "easier [to navigate], better and more connected," as expressed during a between-set Q&A. It hopes to accomplish this in a variety of ways, including launching a website that provides resources for local musicians (tinyhousemusic.org), hosting a series of free, informal panels covering topics like booking and licensing, and by "putting people onstage who wouldn't normally be on a stage together," said Stephanie Ewen, one of the collective's founders.

This scene-building, big-roof approach was on full display in an evening that featured a set of drone-folk songs courtesy of Field Sleeper, cathartic rhymes from self-proclaimed "comic book nerd" Jai Carey and a raucous closing turn from Trachete, a four-musician crew whose songs could have doubled as the soundtrack to a yet-to-be-filmed grindhouse movie from director Quentin Tarantino.

Carey, for one, is a charismatic MC capable of traversing every place from the gutters (one song explored the dynamic of explaining death to a child) to the cosmos. "I ain't shooting for the stars/ I'm aiming for far-away galaxies," he exclaimed on another tune. On one song, the love-struck rapper struggled to find the right way to convey the emotions filling his chest - "I don't have the words to send through the [telephone] receiver," he sighed - though it did little to staunch the flow of syllables streaming from his mouth.

Trachete followed with a set of trashy, glam-punk stompers that glittered like the matching red, bedazzled jumpsuits worn by the four bandmates. At times, lyrics could be difficult to hear amid the musical clatter, but those that were audible tended to mirror fighting words heard shouted through thin apartment walls, "take it out on you!" and "leave me alone!" among them.

It was the sole sign of discord on a night predicated on community building - and an explosive capper to a concert designed to introduce Tiny House to the world at large.