Dear Edward,
Tonight I saw a band called 'The Velterelles'. I was most intrigued to find that they were not at all what I expected. The sticksman, upon first viewing, is clearly a french ponce, but attacks the drums til he bleeds from his palms! How extraordinary that such a groomed waif of a man can show such primitive power! He's quite the mentalist, let me tell you. I shall certainly think of him before bed. The jittery lady guitarist smiled one second and screamed in my face the next, she was a little frightening. She even thrust her be-heeled foot into that poor french boy's face and made him spit water onto her toes. How vulgar! Naturally she did nothing for me dear, don't worry.
Lots of love,
Cyril. P.S did you enjoy those earl grey tea bags I sent you?
Sounds like: The Cramps, PJ Harvey, B52s, Throwing Muses, The Kills, The White Stripes, The Von Bondies, Elastica.
Played with: Hard Fi, Boy Kill Boy, The Research, Dartz!, Das Wanderlust, Suffrajets, We start Fires, etc.
When not gigging: Organsing burlesque girls, bands and eating competitions for Black Jack Rabbit's Martini Lounge, The North East's favourite lowbrow rock n roll seasonal tassle-twirling fuckup. Going to continental food markets to get Jaques some 'real food'.
The press have said things about us, largely complimentary and lovely. However, we much preferred the opinion of a Spanish man who, when roughly translated, said:
"Shut up the Fuck", of The Velterelles Small Burlesque-punk-rockers that touches with a totally impressive urgency and a adrenalin. Still they do not have disquera (CD), which is jodidamente incomprehensible, since they offer punk jodido and sickly rock, and execute it of precise and perfect way. Like test, this one version of "Shut up the fuck", in amazingly alive total!!'
