Apparently, one night, years back, I told the Cost that I really liked their music but their name sucked. In typical Cost fashion, they didn't give a shit and kept the name. Lovable yet combative, the Miami foursome plays post-punk tunes filled with heartbreak that stick to the inside of your skull and help you get a good cry in when necessary. "If you want to put it on a fucking menu," singer and guitarist Manny Roman reluctantly said of their band's focus, "my blueprint is to adopt -- it sounds cheesy, dude -- a Cure audience." And if you worship at the altar of Robert Smith, you will likely enjoy the Cost's songs.
The band consists of four recognizable characters: There's Roman with his sweet smile, curls, and round glasses, bassist Nathan Molina, totting a camera and starting fights, guitarist Julian Navarrete who has the longest, straightest hair maybe ever, and Danny Calle, the sweetheart drummer of the band. Their scrappy ways have sometimes kept them from completing shows, but they've survived, so far, on a genuine interpersonal connection.
After about four years together, the band is playing a show on May 1, at Churchill's Pub, which is where we met up with the guys a few weeks back. The conversation revolved around what objects they've struck each other with lately and about the pure love they feel for their bandmates.