The Veronicas Ride That Bull, Bitch!

Inside the cheeky world of the sisters Down Under.

A A A Comments By Michael Alan Goldberg Wednesday, Jun 24 2009

Look out, Tegan and Sara! Here come the Veronicas, a spunky, electro-poppy Australian quintet led by 24-year-old identical twins Jessica and Lisa Origliasso. Down Under, they're superstars who regularly sell out arenas, win awards, and have their own clothing line at Target. Here, they're still trying to break through, but their latest single, "Take Me on the Floor," might do the trick. We recently caught up with the super-friendly Jessica over the phone.

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The Veronicas With Pretty Reckless and Carney. Neumos, 925 E. Pike St., 709-9467, neumos.com. $15. 8 p.m. Sun., June 29.

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SW: What are the hours leading up to a show like for you? Are you nervous?

Jessica Origliasso: A little! A lot of stuff happens. We usually spend an hour doing makeup and picking an outfit. And then we all, like, do a chant.

You do a chant?

We'll do a really stupid chant before we go on. Just, like, we put all our hands in and go, "Veronicas, Veronicas...," and then we'll come up with something to say that day. Like, I dunno, one time it was "Ride that bull, bitch, yeah!" We had seen this mechanical bull that day, so it was "Ride that bull, bitch!" It could be anything that day that anyone's come up with.

Awesome. So who was the first musician you saw when you were young who made you want to become a performer?

Oh, Michael Jackson, for sure! When we saw him in '96, we fell in love with him. We had a Michael Jackson shrine, with flags and posters and T-shirts and stuff. And every year on his birthday, we'd have a birthday cake, and spend the day learning his dances and watching his videos.

Is it still cool to hear your songs when they come on the radio?

Yeah, I love it! I have a funny story. [This guy], the first night we went out on a date, we took a cab and my song came on the radio. And I was like, "Yes. Awesome. I look so cool right now." So we get out and he was like, "Yeah, so... you like Pink, I guess?" And I was like, "What?" He's like, "Obviously you like Pink—you were just listening to the radio and singing along," and I was like, "That's not Pink, that was me!" He had no idea. He was like, "Oh, my gosh, I'm sorry. I don't listen to the radio."

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