Fifth Floor Turns Up the Volume

When you meet Fifth Floor, the first thing you notice is their energy.  It’s loud, fast, and alive in every direction. Four friends who move like a family, interrupting each other mid-sentence, cracking jokes, finishing thoughts. Each has their own rhythm. Eli, the frontman, speaks like he’s already thinking about the next show. J-Will, the bassist, balances quick wit with the quiet focus of someone who’s been building something for years. Trey, on drums, watches the room with producer instincts, already hearing how it all fits together. And Samuel, on guitar, floats somewhere between calm and chaos, fluent in both Spanish and strings. Together, they make up Fifth Floor, a band that’s as unpredictable as the story behind it.

“I started out playing music by myself,” Eli said. “Me and J-Will had known each other since middle school and always talked about playing together. Then I met Trey in the parking lot at college, and Samuel in class…well, skipping class, actually. Playing UFC.” The band laughed. It was unplanned, but natural. Fifth Floor wasn’t the result of strategy or searching. It was something that happened because it was supposed to.