Biography

In addition to being purveyors of the finest of existential sentiments, The Serpent Drops (and their parent company, The Darwathustra Experiment) are veritable pulp fiction renaissance humans, holding down viable day jobs while fighting street crime and international fascism by night (and on their occaisional trips overseas as part of the import/export collective known as the Entropy brothers). The following provides only the briefest peek at the skills that render the agents of international bad faith incontinent.

• Mr Roach (pianissimo forte, percussion, 1970s vox) dominated the Tempe music scene for over two decades as the drummer for Steppchild and the keyboardist for DAD, and now propels Japhy’s Descent. Rumored to be the reincantation of Soren Kierkegaard, in his free time he still works harder than you. Mr. Roach is an expert pugilist, but only fights evil according to Marquess of Queensberry rules, he throws bludgeoning shurikens up to 400 yards, handles the bands legal affairs, political infiltraions, and drives the getaway car (the Ahura Mazda). Ever one to appreciate the value of proper hydration, his drink of choice is Budweiser, but has switched to vodka tonics after a recent incursion into a malaria-infested southeast Asian jungle discoteque.
• Mr Sharp (percussion, euphonium, adorably small trumpet, voxish demon noises) also dominated the Tempe music scene, and while for less tha two decades, he makes up for time by being in multiple bands at once, as the drummer for Japhy’s Descent, Future Exes, Hot Coffee, and Cock Posse. Mr. Sharp affirms his existential responsibility with every third breath, but will not belittle you for faiing to do so. He fights only the most sinister of evils with the Dim Mak poison death touch and a cusom made taser he keeps mounted to his high-hat. Mr. Sharp handles the mission’s chemical engineering and demolition needs, and also handles community outreach and is an expert in deciphering ransom notes. His drink of choice is Persian mead, preferably with a dusting of gunpowder on the rim of the glass.
• Mr. Lava (recording, engineering, producing, mastering, plinky noises, missing heartbeats and all other instruments including ones he makes up): thoroughly versed in sonic alchemy and neurophilosophy, Mr. Lava rarely ventures out on field missions preferring to coordinate the inevitable extraction efforts from the comfort of his studio. His beverage of choice is absinthe and Red Bull, tall.
• Ms. Williams (Viola, Mandolin, Guitar, vox) now graces us with her music, inside knowledge of the Jamaican Mafia, and expertise with the flaming rope dart, despite being the most sought after heavy metal viola-ist in Maricopa County. Although still adjusting to the shadowy side of the band activities, her recent performance of a battlefield tracheostomy on a critical informant backstage at the Vienna Opera, timed so that each blood curdling scream lined up with the aria’s contours,  speaks to her exquisite  sense of timing and badly needed surgical prowess. She drinks Coors Light with a garnish of Colorado river toad venom.    
• mr. jonz (lead yelling, guitarishness, libretist) staffed punk rock, lofi and alt-dujour bands throughout his prolonged adolescence. Fickle tastes in a barren town soured the muses, and a different path was taken. But green thoughts sleep furiously, and when they awaken they demand a reckoning. mr. jonz vanquishes his foes with Chen style Tai Chi and verbal cruelty, has mastered 0.6 languages, and is the group’s electrophysiologist. He drinks double absinthe and Red Bull, tall.
• Other Members include: 
• Haley Green
• Jess Pruitt
• Dan Tripp
• Pam Mayer
• Jason Weidman
• Gary Smith
• Kevin Mauch
• Mark Aguilar