"We started the band basically because we wanted to get boys. We're all really nice, serious girls, from nice bourgeois homes - you may think we're living on the edge but… that only happened recently. Terry Poison is a fictional, fantasy character we made up that epitomises our dark sides – she's a dream character that enjoys rock'n'roll, boys and sex… Now we've mixed fantasy and reality, and can't tell them apart anymore. Over the last year, it's been just too much rock'n'roll and boys… but we're still alive.
We all have stage personas, or maybe we really show our true selves on stage. Petite is basically a philosophy major stuck in the body of a 12 year old girl, always falling in love with older, married professors - she's like a kid sister you love but want to kill. Gili is the heavy whisky drinker, she's the cool, tall bitch - she's also the musical genius of the band. I'm bitchy, always taking the piss out of Petite, but mainly I'm all about crazy dance moves and performance… I'm always practicing new dance moves in front of my mirror. On stage I'm really energetic and a bit unstable, maybe because I wear very high heels… one time I fell and knocked Petite off stage, I saw her fly… Our style is like our music, we mash up everything. We all have our own look, Petite sews a bunny tail onto the back of everything she wears – it can be very subtle, you may not see it, but it's always there. We grew up in the 90s, listening to everything from grunge to trip-hop… the 90s had so many musical genres, and as a result we make very mixed up music. Our sound is really poppy, mashed up with disco, broken beats and electro - it's uplifting. We're not afraid to try different things all the time…
Petite came to me just the other day saying, 'let's make something that sounds like Bob Dylan - I have a harmonica,' but I was like 'no way that's going too far!' We're really having the time of our lives, we're loving everything we're doing… we hope it can last forever."
Lyrics from 'Buzz on the bell' - "Buzz on the bell, straight out of hell I"m a bastard and I"m out to sell you this; you"re a hot chick get me a lick. Down on the floor, looking for more, we're wasted and its not your fault, how long will your heartbeat go on?"
