Friday, MIDNIGHT
Here are the ambitions of this three-piece suit from Chicago: "we aspire to be the wealthiest band in the world and one day perform on the moon." You have to admire the confidence, even though there's not a whole lot of lyricism in the Cell Phones. Luckily these performers make up for it with lots of violence and vitriol and a few choice beats. This could be a grand genre pioneering into cyber-trash-punk-pop. Experience the history tomorrow at the Bishop.
Post by Brandon Cook
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