Fussbudget is a three piece band that leisurely resides in Brunswick, Ga, a small, easily overlooked seaport town on the outskirts of the more recognizable Jacksonville, Fl. This intrepid and uncanny band consists of the following.

Brandon Herron: vocals, guitar
Chad Kesegi: bass, backing vocals
Henry Hart: drums, backing vocals

Fussbudget's origins took root in late fall of 97 with Chad and Brandon rehearsing and rehashing songs from such inspirations as the Bauhaus and the Descendents. The two aspiring musicians used this intricate web of eclectic influences to breathe life into what would later become Fussbudget.

Struggling through a list of hopelessly untalented or undedicated drummers, mild-mannered local guitar player, Henry Hart, lifted the fog of frustration by becoming the official full-time drummer for the band. The first actual practice of the trio was in the studio during the recording session for the original demo version of "Angel Wings". (The final version of the song can be heard on the "When Machines Breathe..." EP).

The band has since been playing locally and enjoying the hell out of it, as well as recording material for the new six song EP, "When Machines Breathe...", (due for release in early 1999)

Brandon Herron: vocals, guitar

Brandon's guitar riffs derive from a rich mixture of eerie underground styles and experimental tones that are drawn to the surface by fleshy angst ridden punk rock. To further your knowledge, Brandon has a short-wave radio implanted in the crown of his molar so that he may communicate with the CIA upon receiving information that we are not at liberty to divulge.

Chad Kesegi: bass, backing vocals

Chad's bass playing consists of crisp, intelligent walking basslines while still maintaining a true sincerity and a raw emotional appeal. Chad once shocked himself while sticking his tongue in a lamp socket because he believed copper tastes good. He continues to insist that it does, usually followed by uncontrollable flatulence, undeniably a horrible aftereffect of this unfortunate mishap. Those kids'll never learn.

Henry Hart: drums, backing vocals

Henry Hart was discovered on an unpopulated south pacific island where alligator eggs provided him sustenance, and breathtaking sunsets were guaranteed daily. Much of his leisure time, which basically encompassed much of his day chasing small primates while beating them with a set of drumsticks that washed ashore one fateful day (Well, living on a deserted island doesn't actually offer many viable alternatives now, does it?). Putting his Polynesian days behind him, he has since traded his hand-crafted animal skin drums for those of more professional caliber. He is still known, however, to set the living room sofa ablaze so that he may make his sacrifice to the mighty tiki gods.