Le Roi de la Route, Les Livres de Fesse, Ta Sœur, Ramon Perez ... all titles
that evoke, for fans of sung oddities, a band of more or less mustachioed
zigotos in ugly striped suits, hideous ties and outrageous make-up: the VRP. Not
really punks, not really singers with lyrics, not really performers but all at
the same time, VRP are the perfect embodiment of what the French alternative
scene has been able to produce: strange bands, bastard offspring of urban art,
punk-rock sound and a certain idea of derision.