You wanna be in a band that sounds like "James Chance getting stupid with Brian Chippendale who had a coveted love affair with Mary Poppins and Brix E. Smith in a Peruvian hotel room while Kiwi Kilgour brothers watched after eating a lime-cured octopus"? Well first of all, how derivative, and secondly, have we got the band for you:
It is simply alarming that there are no phone number tabs left on this flier. [via KarenPlusOne's Twitter]
