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.
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