When Alice Animal strikes the strings of her guitar, it’s a fatal dance of mutual seduction that begins. It's hard to tell who's in charge: the instrument, or her body.

With her peroxide-blond mane blowing in the wind like a rock n’roll Marilyn, and her shoulder pads jutting out like Klaus Nomi, Alice becomes an explosive creature on stage. She wields both muted violence and sensuality. A graceful performer who isn’t afraid to play a game of unyielding, yet feverish self-control. Wild, vibrant, instinctive, sensitive. Not the type to angle for applause with a wink. Alice is multi-faceted, just like her songs, always breaking the mould, moving forward only as the mood takes her, with velvet paws or with claws out, sometimes both at once.

Her vocals, with their clear, assertive modulations, overhang the electric glimmers sparked off by her guitar, while her lyrics emphasize the murky contradictions of humanity, rather than univocal truths.