Grab Slade the Leveller by his amplified acoustics and mate them with this rich mistress of anachronisms, this lady of beautifully buxom proportions. Equipped with Hydra's teeth and a pair of bovver boots that would crush anybody's rancid preconceptions. Glamorous, tacky, street smart, high tart and gloriously female. Schoolmarm punker with bunker charm. I believe in justice, I believe in vengeance, I believe in Joolz.

Give us love, give us little love from your heart. She talked me off my toes, wrapped me in a wreath of vivacity and courage. Sucks blood from a bottle of ripe whisky, inspires heathens with desire. This woman of fire is hopelessly unappreciated and far more powerful than Scargill's jowls.

Ladder her stanzas, lick her tasteful tattoos, squash her pretty seal, and get your arse to her next performance. Submission, osmosis and the final prognosis; see the brilliant Joolz before she is extinguished.