I like dressing up. I like drinking wine. I enjoy loneliness. I like romance. I like being in control. I like being submissive. I like reading poetry aloud. I like absinth. I like parisian prostitutes from the early 1900s, true ladies. I like tattoos. I'd like Nick Cave to sing to me as I bled to death. I like making up stories. I like to lie, it makes life more interesting. I LOVE The Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster. I kill people and sell the bodies. I'm in a band, but then who isnt?
No-one really knows how Betty Curse pounced into the world, or from whence she crept, but the legends are legion. Some say shes some venom-pretty monster cloned by mad scientists from the spittle of Siouxie Sioux, the tears of Christina Ricci and the shotgun brain mulch of Dead from Mayhem.