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It’s virtually impossible to describe John Wilkes Telephone Booth’s “Tone-Bone-Poem-Phone,” but we’ll try: Imagine if you mixed the Police in their early punk-rock days with the Butthole Surfers circa Hairway to Steven and made them gargle the spittle from the Misfits during one of their “whoa oh” shout outs, all while Timothy Leary leered at you with murderous intent because he had been mainlining LSD-laced Pop Rocks all day long. The Charleston-based noise rock band’s origins are even more difficult to discern. Here’s what the guys in the group told us: “We formed in the previous time before the world builders existed. Our first show was at the Plex in 2001, but as we took to different astral planes, we did not do another show in this plane until 2010.” So far John Wilkes Telephone Booth has posted a handful of songs online, and near as we can tell, its members are seemingly unconcerned with making it big, making it little, or making much of anything about anything. “We give our music away so all those in each dimension can have access to them since money does not exist in some planes,” they write. “There might be a collection and there might not. It all depends on which time period we are making music in at that point.” Well, here’s hoping that time is now because these guys are quite good at being weird. —Chris Haire FRIDAY