Death By Sexy. Two men. Two voices. One guitar. One drumset. Tambourines. And cowbell. Don't forget the cowbell.
With a sound much larger than two musicians have any right to produce, Death By Sexy has been keeping ears and eyes of audiences satisfied since they burst onto the music scene not too long ago.
With enthusiasm and energy so infectious, one must ask for antibiotics after a show, both J.R. (guitar, vocals) and Dex (drums, vocals) take to the stage and rip through their set, a unique mix of classic, dirty garage music, and glam rock. At every show, Dex flails about on the drums much like a schizophrenic chimpanzee on crystal meth, and J.R. exudes enough charisma and charm to make even those with hearts two sizes too small shake their heads and tails in astonishment and wonder.
Here is the band that will make you remember what rock and roll should be: a primal, grunting, sweaty, sexual expression of life and all the things that are great and painful and wonderful and amazing about it. God bless em for it, indeed.