The Cruellas are no more. After losing Julie, the most gorgeous and talented garage rock and roll bassist in the greater Leicester area, there was no way they could continue. But before you slink off for a quick weep, lets look back to the glory days, when the sound of 'Wildman' and 'stronger than dirt' rang out across the city, and young and old alike occasionally got down to their wild wild songs about humping hounds, staying up past your bedtime, being locked in the cellar, and going out with slow boys.
From the glamorous rehersal suites at bigwheel to the illustrious leicester charlotte, the last 3 years were one non-stop rollercoaster ride for Thee Cruellas. Playing a mammoth 6 gigs during this time, with approximately the same number of rehearsals, life could sometimes be exhausting for these girls (and guy). In between recording sessions using state of the art magnetic tape technology, and support slots with the legendary pokers (and the not so legendary Lords of Altamont), their career finally reached a peak when they found themselves headlining upstairs at the charlotte. Where could they go from there? Although they never made it to their final date with the Dickies, I'd like to think that their peculiar brand of trashy garage will one day rule the airwaves,;and although they didn't make enough money to finish building their underground supervillians lair, complete with groupie harem and pirahna filled tropical lagoon with swim-up recording facilities, it might be for the best.
