go go gadget dieselharp!
Indeed, Velvet Cacoon were one of the funniest pranks I've ever witnessed. Sure, they're a bunch of pretentious Northwesterners, and I wouldn't put it past them to import the cigarettes that they oh so nihilistically murder themselves with from France, just to have a package of cigarettes with the "sophisticated" sounding words of the French language on them, but what they did to the poseur hordes of black metallers, the way they divided and conquered, turning them against themselves, they had to be brilliant on some level.
Of course, the music fucking sucks. I used to hang around a coffee house, in the middle of the few patches of woods you can still find on the outskirts of the Chicago area. Velvet Cacoon expresses nothing but a vapid embrace of the type of coffeehouse, aesthetically minded people who use their ample mental abilities for no other purpose than to blow the smoke from their life-destroying cigarettes around their faces to give the impression of brilliance, in order to get easily-swayed floozies who dig intelligent-seeming people into the sack.
It seems they found such an individual, and recruited her for the purposes of teasing and mocking the "underground". Hilarious. The music still sucks though. It's all potential, with none of it reached. It gives me the image of a French woman being eaten out by elves, and giving them a little pat on the head every once in a while. It seems the people behind Velvet Cacoon do not view themselves highly, and actively sought out someone lower than them to ridicule in order to feel better about themselves. The fact that they chose the "black metal underground" speaks volumes about the "black metal underground."