Jezebels Kiss started in May of 2006 with Azriel St. Michael. He’d just finished serving time for a third DUI. Az was narcoleptic and out on a two week bender. He wanted a new band after playing with numerous musicians who were fucking idiots. He wanted a flashy high-energy band. He couldn't stand going to shows to see everyone stand in one spot. In his words, "I want to see a band put on a show and fucking sweat!
His search began...
After drinking all day at a nearby lounge he drove down to a local club called The Roxy. A cover band was playing there. When he walked in he saw drummer, Byron Black. Byron was twirling around on his drum stool and throwing his sticks in the air. Where they ended up was anyone’s guess. He was hitting his drums harder than a drunken beat-cop on a crack whore. He had a head full of hairspray, a face-full of makeup and more cymbals than a fruitcake has nuts. Best of all, he was sweating so bad it looked like he’d pissed himself. And perhaps he had, but after a 5-minute conversation and a 40 of Jack between sets, Jezebels Kiss had a drummer. The two have been inseparable since.
Byron had a friend in detox….another drummer named Jason Antoski. Jay, as he’s affectionately know, was leaving his band after catching crabs from the singer’s wife. Az and Black finally caught up with him at the local STD clinic, and he casually suggested they should steal his old band’s bass player. Jay had a strange nervous tick and a cocaine habit, but he wasn’t too fucked up to pass up an opportunity for revenge.
The pair decided to check out the bassist in question.
They had heard rumors previously, but seeing him onstage, both Az and Black quickly realized that Trevor Hay was obviously psychopathic. He did, however, have awesome stage presence and tight, solid bass lines. Add the fact that Trevor was running around the stage like a heroin junkie at a drug bust and had a serious crystal meth addiction, and their decision was practically made for them.
He was in!
Azriel had done some recording in the past, and decided to call on an old friend to complete the lineup. Both he and Black knew that they couldn’t continue checking out clubs for likely members. They were close to drinking themselves to death as it was, and while it was arguably not that bad of a way to go, they still desperately needed a truly great, god-like guitarist.
Dick Johnson was just a phone call away.
As luck would have it, he was out on bail and fiending for Demerol, and just drunk enough to say yes. Az knew Dick had a chronic drinking problem, but thought what the fuck. It wasn’t like they were hiring him to drive the bus, and he would play all night as long as they kept feeding him beer.
It was now the end of August, and at last the lineup was complete.
Jezebels Kiss is now an alcohol-fueled, ass-kicking hard rock band with a bad reputation, unforgettable hooks and dynamic stage presence.
They deliver an incendiary performance that will leave your girlfriend pregnant and breathlessly gasping for more!www.myspace.com/jezebelskisswww.myspace.com/jezebelsaz