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Alright, I know exactly what I’m going to do tomorrow. I’ve determined that nothing’s going to deter me. It’s going to happen whether it’s good for me or not. It’s Philadelphia, Pennsylvania band Cold Fronts that’s made me so sure of myself. They plant ideas in heads, they do. The plan – for tomorrow at least – is to get out there and get the best sunburn I possibly can. Just gonna let it get me. It can have all that skin, all that it could ever want. It can just pelt me mercilessly, give me a classic once over, leaving the tops of my ears and the backside of my neck melting and sore to the touch. It’s going to be fine. It won’t be the first time, and it won’t be the last. “Music plays and the night, it burns,” Cold Fronts remind us, but tomorrow, we’ll let the day burn too. The group makes you woozy on a feeling of summertime, giving you their songs with sweet laziness that beams lovingly.