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After an Internet search to confirm that he was, in fact, not in any other bands,
Roger hooked up with his partner-in-musical-crime, the shapeshifting
bassist / vocalist Golden Delicious through a happy accident in the produce
section. Eyes (and other parts) met -- and the uncanny musical substance
Sexohol was formed.
Note: The unsubstantiated rumor that Roger met Golden during an audition in which he was luring girls into his bohemian boudoir "studio" as asserted in a previous version of this bio is completely untrue and was never advanced in the first place. The tail-wagging twosome spent the next year recording a variety of sounds in their bohemian boudoir studio (some even music-related!) to concoct a mix of hook-filled, toe-tappin' tunes that chronicle the ins and outs of Sex, Love, & Romance. Sexohol then grabbed international attention by the scruff of its scrawny neck in March of 2005 when they became the first band to release an album (their debut effort Enjoy!) on iPod shuffle. This gained them mention in countless websites (sure we could count them, but we don't have that many fingers) and select flesh-space publications. With accolades like "who are these guys?" and "nice rack," Sexohol ushered in a bold new age of digital distribution. In fact, so stunned were the industry insiders, that no one made any comments about the music. Which happens to be really good, by the way. With the release of their album on the iTunes Music Store, the band again shocked the international online community by becoming the first band to release an album as a Dashboard Widget. In the first 24 hours, over 1000 copies of the Enjoy! Widget Album were downloaded, with fans as far flung as Copenhagen, Russia, and even an undisclosed NASA location ("The Space Shuttle -- Powered by Sexohol!"). (Not to mention a 24-hour Enjoy! marathon from an IP at Apple Computer, and the inevitable "nice rack" accolades) Sexohol are now galavanting around the L.A. area, performing as a sextet (BTW, this is where the "Sex" in Sexohol comes from -- not that foul 3-letter act that not only shouldn't be mentioned in polite company, but shouldn't even be thought about unless one has created a soul-crushing guilt complex about it) with the inimitable Bacchanal Band... |
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Shredding the strings on lascivious lead guitar is all-American knee-weakener Andy-- the kind of guy
you can bring home to Mother (so she can have a piece of him, too).
Tasty teen-heartthrob Logan, slaps and tickles the bass, leaving Golden's hands free to paw Roger and lucky members of the audience while Ellis belts out backing vox and milks musical moans from his keyboards. Bringing up the rear (in more ways than one), barely-legal, pagan percussionist Evan beats the drums (and the audience) into sensual submission. |
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So imitate them if you want to try, but the better answer is to come see them perform. And maybe
ask Roger what the hell that thing is on his head.
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