giacomo monti - vox/guitar
alex cardoza - vox/bass
rich deCicco - drums/vox
Twelve years of post grunge mediocrity and boy band comebacks has come to an end. Our world is restless and it is time for a new voice in Rock N' Roll. A band with no soul, no money, no life. And thus emerged a band from the streets of New York that played at the crossroads to the hounds of hell. Their music was like nothing the city had experienced: raw, real, relentless. They played like hell, yet no one seemed to notice. Three kids started a band and they wanted to make a change, bring the life back to rock, but they weren't pretty enough. So they went out, they bought tight pants, black shirts, and grew long hair. Suddenly they began to build a fan base. T-shirts were printed, demos distributed and clubs destroyed. Trying to breathe life into a dead music industry, trying to be a rock n' roll band they slowly became a commodity. And people listened not because they wanted to, but because they heard they should. So why not steal a name for this band? How about a name that steals from us everyday?
...So, from the most elite city in a country of whores comes a group of musicians that will look as good as any product before. This is...CAPITAL