So perfectly does Julia K embody the 'good ole fashioned Spirit of Rock' that it's widely believed she must have been carved from purest Warsaw granite sometime in the late Cretaceous period (well, sometime in the late 1970's anyway). In fact, if she ever had to go under the knife, God forbid, we think that the surgeon would find the chords to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" tattooed throughout her gizzards like that other form of rock so popular in British culture. And you thought they didn't made 'em like this any more...
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Of Polish heritage , but hailing from the UK's home counties, you can almost hear her musical upbringing of London's 90's alternative club scene playing itself out. Listening to the debut album, 'Spit out the pips' there are layers of Blondie, Chrissie Hynde and P J Harvey mixed with the piano ballads of Kate Bush and the balls-out rock of Soundgarden. (As a classical pianist from the age of 5, those keys were always going to have a part to play, even amid all the riff-driven, distorted guitars.)
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From the very first track you'll be *PICKED UP* and *SHAKEN* by the lapels, then *PINNED* to your chair by some mad invisible force (probably that of Julia's personality) and NOT ALLOWED TO MOVE UNTIL THE WHOLE ALBUM HAS FINISHED. What, need to go to the toilet? SHOULD'VE THOUGHT OF THAT PRIOR TO PUTTING THE CD ON SHOULDN'T YOU? You'll just have to go where you sit! And as for her live performances...

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Not afraid to speak plainly, the track 'Monster' opens with the lyric; "I'm not your whore... I'm not your mother..." But it's not all thrash and anger though. The ballads are tender and moving, showing us that she might just be human after all. Unless of course it's all an act and she really is some sort of granite-based creature...