"Born to Please have risen
quickly on the local scene with a sound based in straight punk, but with a
refreshing sense of dynamics, rhythmic control and a prominent, springy
bass that, if not quite funky, keeps the music moving forward with
enthusiasm."
"Combining bone-crushing rock power and an intelligent lyrical and melodic
sense,
"NO DOUBT with balls."
December, 1994: It started with ANDREW SHEARER, SANTIAGO VELASQUEZ and a
pop punk band called EVERGREEN that pissed off skinheads and frat boys
alike. After tearing Atlanta a new blowhole, the band split up,
scattering members into the land of winds and ghosts (other members went on
to form SHARKS AND MINNOWS and ASTRO GLIDE). A thousand side projects
later (including Andrew breaking the law with FURIOUS GEORGE, and Santiago
breaking hearts with an acoustic solo repertoire...damn wuss), our weak
and weary heros (in their early twenties...the lazy bastards) joined forces
once again after Andrew discovered the wonder that was (drum roll and Stone
Mountain redneck laser show please...) JERI WAYNICK, a friend of a friend
that kicked our collective asses with her presence.
It went something like this: So, now armed with the spirit of a speeding gazelle with a spear stuck in
its side, our trio embarked on the holiest of missions: To find a drummer. After several sad, sad tries, the mission suddenly evolved into a more
refined purpose: To find a drummer who wasn't a fat alcoholic.
After several spirited jam and bondage sessions at Johnny Prophet's
Warehouse of Asian Delicacies, the fab four played a secret show at a club
that will remain unnamed (hint: it rhymes with "Bomber Textile"). After
sitting through a CREED cover band, the crew took the stage and menstruated
pure rock and roll, driving the khaki clad crowd from the interior of the
establishment, screaming and clawing their contact-lens-enhanced eyes out
as they made a mad scramble for their 2000 Blazers. It was too late,
however, and the entire audience was run over by a tour bus being driven by
a heroin-fueled TOM WAITS, who had stolen BILL HICK'S body from the
Smithsonian and was en route to the Atlanta Olympics, sadly 4 years late....
We invite you to follow the rest of their legacy. Just make sure to bring
your mother's biggest used thong. You won't get in without it.
-Born To Please
The Band your Dog loves to fantasize about while making number 2.
Contact us at BORNTOPLEASE666@YAHOO.COM
-Creative Loafing
this is a "chick" band that rises above that often-limiting label."
-The Signal (GSU)
-Flagpole Magazine
"Hey Jeri would you like to be in a band sure Andrew of course I would hey
maybe Santiago will play guitar for us hey maybe he will let's ask him
Santiago will you play the guitar for us sure who's the singer Jeri Waynick
really wow great I'm in. Let's go play Q-zar."
You figure it out.
Enter the man of a thousand haircuts: JUSTIN FREEBORN. A mysterious
youngster from parts unknown (AKA: Marietta), Justin held the same love for
fast cars, fast music, and fast land mammals (the cheetah) that
the rest of the crew shared so freely with the 3rd floor of Charter Medical
Center (If you can't get help at Charter...get help...somewhere).
Now they're here.
They're ready to take on anyone and anything that would dare tease them
with Yellowjackets and amplifiers that actually WORK.
