Jeff (Guitar/Vocals)	Frank (Guitar)	Phil (Drums)	Jan (Bass)

After drumming in bands for the past 20 years, Jeff Coleman (ex-Seizure, ex-Bombsite Boys, Clusterfuck) picked up his Fender Strat and banged out some riffs. So on Christmas Day, 2003, he recorded and played the drums, bass, guitars, & vocal tracks on a 4-track in his bedroom. The result? King Sexy. When Jeff gets a line up, he will play guitar & sing. If Dave Grohl (Foo Fighters), Stacy Jones (American Hi-Fi), & Tommy Lee (Motley Crue) can switch from drums to guitar, then so can Jeff !!! Then in the Fall of 2004, a line up got completed! With the addition of Bridgeport Councilman Keith "Cougie" Rodgerson (The Chinese Restaurants, North American Free Jazz Agreement), Tony Senes of the Cosmic Jibaros and regionally acclaimed bodybuilder Frank Z. Which of whom all add something great to the band. But, unfortunately, when 2007 came to a close, Tony & Keith left the band. Yet they were soon replaced by Paul Kelly (American Mortar) on bass and Phil Conine (Frequency Hospital/Puzzle People) on drums. Paul left the band after 4 gigs and was replaced by an accomplished jazz drummer named Jan Jurgielewicz.

KING SEXY is a pro-sexy, pro-masculine, anti-wussy, anti-cockblocking paradigm.

From the Fairfield Weekly August 28-September 3, 2008...

King Sexy's win in this category is a bit of a coup. For one thing, the group unseated Elvis McMan, a long-running punk band that's taken the title every year prior to this. For another thing, just nine months ago the band seemed on the brink of collapse. Half its members defected, and singer/guitarist Jeff Coleman was left with guitarist Frank Zvovushe. For yet another, since the addition of bassist Paul Kelly and drummer Phil Conine (who books and promotes shows for Milford's Daniel Street club), the group has played, according to Coleman, only two shows in 2008. But dammit, the fans pulled through, though, and here they are. It's fitting: Name anything more punk rock than an underdog. King Sexy is bratty, rough around the edges and certifiably strange. The group has a fondness for guitar leads that border on the avant-garde, trashy riffs, atonally bellowed lead vocals, and lyrics that reflect a seemingly monomaniacal concern with being sexy. Coleman relishes hollering in his gruff baritone (about being sexy). This ain't some dumb macho thing, though. Somewhere not very deeply hidden in his delivery and the band's jittery rhythms is a sense of goofiness, of self-effacing fun. Are you in on the joke or not? If so, catch them at the Band Slam party. Coleman promises 12 songs in a half hour.
-Brian LaRue