Ratsicule at the Cameron House, February 14. Tickets: $5. Attendance: 125. Rating: NNNN
Popped into the Cameron House Saturday night for what turned out to be a benefit for the Starlight Foundation and discovered Ratsicule . They're a local duo of lovely ladies with a flair for fashion, interpretive dance and karaoke who become Parisian and lapse into sexy French accents and franglais the moment they hit the stage. Les Soeurs Bardot, Lisa et Kristi-Ly , showcase a hilarious blend of catchy pop punk and eurotrash electro cabaret wrapped in sex kittenish antics and racy lyrics, all topped with a beret and tied up with a big pink bow. French and Saunders meet Gary Numan, Kraftwerk, the Ramones and of course Brigitte Bardot. Then everybody climbs in to the back of a big pink Volvo and starts making out because French is the language of love, or amour. (I discover later they've mispelled it on their Web site as "amore.")
I was enjoying the performance too much at the time, however, to notice language errors, so I can't comment on the accuracy of their French.
The tracks were tightly pre-recorded, leaving the performers free to prance and pose as they pouted their way through tunes about - what else? - love and all things sexy, like Sexy Sexy Portuguese Ladies and Hot Dr. Hotfluss, plus a cover of To Know, Know, Know Her Is To Love, Love, Love Her, which is where the interpretive dance came in.
They ended things off with I'm Too Slutty To Go To Your Party, which just made you want to invite them. There were pompoms and spanking and crawling onstage. These filles are adorable, and they play off each other to create a theatrical and musical experience.
Ratsicule began as a performance- art project that got out of hand, which is lucky for us. I laughed my way through their entire set.
Novelty? You bet your derrière, ma chère. There's only so far you can go with this sort of thing, but I imagine girls clever enough to put something like this together have more up their tutus.