Martini Straight were formed by Tracy Boeing and Donny Buckaroo purely as an attempt to get into burlesque houses for free. The plan was to provide live music for exotic dancers thereby ensuring an on-stage view of the proceedings. After deciding to produce sleaze-core music without the obligatory blow monkey ruining their sound they recruited a cellist to provide the aural equivalent of the whirling pits. Enter Duke. Don't be fooled by the name, as every fool knows all cellists are girls and Duke is no exception. At this point I should also mention that Tracy is not a girl, neither is Donny Buckaroo a horse. The line up was completed with Billy Jo (you guessed it, Billy is female) playing slide guitar with the sheared off neck of a Schlitz bottle, bringing them closer to the schizophrenic sound of a devil's own Osmonds family, a little bit Country, a little bit Rock and Roll. After playing in a number of diverse venues Billy Jo played her last show in '99 and was never spoken of again. Why replace a lost comrade with one when you can have two? Hank and California Betty filled a boot each and the band were back to playing the high-class joints they were accustomed to. Filled with an over-inflated sense of their own importance Martini Straight decided to record their songs so that the people of the next century would not be robbed of the opportunity to hear their genius. Using microphones and magnetic tape that did not belong to them they finally emerged with a collection of songs to unleash upon the world. Duke then went east and California Betty� well no one knows where she went. They were never spoken of again. This was a problem as The Straight had just landed a job providing the soundtrack to silent movies in a "specialist" cinema. Never a band to cancel a gig (not turn up yes, cancel no) they recruited Trixie Trash to play fiddle. That is the story so far in the ballad of Martini Straight.