In big Broadway musicals, as well as in small ones, the lead characters have names and the chorus characters do not. Oftentimes, the chorus actors name their thankless roles themselves, to make their work more interesting. Quasilulu was the name given to a pimp character by a chorus actor in a big Broadway musical. His musical theater actress friend heard the name and thought it sounded like a rock band. A year later she started that rock band. Quasilulu began as a casual, if not shy foray into songwriting. Rona Figueroa, said musical theater actress, was a closet poet who somehow never connected her words with music until she decided, on a whim and a little inspiration, to buy herself a guitar in the year 2000. The result of that purchase and a few invitations thrown out to musician friends interested in her budding songstressness, was an unexpectedly sophisticated, creative collaboration of young players with conservatory training the likes of Juilliard, Berklee School of Music and the big Broadway. Name dropping aside, the music does not sound classical, nor does it sound like musical theater. Expect full rockness with a gorgeous ride of peaks and valleys made for ears that love to get lost in electric richness. This NYC 6 piece group is made up of electric violin, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, electric bass, drumkit, lead and back up vocals. QUASILULU2 is the long awaited second album. An ambitious follow-up that succeeds the first as, naturally, bigger and better. Quasilulu2 is rockier, punchier and even more lush than their first album, sacrificing nothing in the Quasilulu specialty of dynamic haunting melodies that explode in unexpected corners. Lyrics continue to be smart, Rona Figueroa's clear, rangy voice calls out like a trumpet, and don't mistake the fearless electric violin solos for the guitar. 'Their talent and intense ability to 'rock out' make them a great live act....their sound is hard enough to keep an aging metal head like myself happy while also appealing to those of you who enjoy great lyrics...' -- JJ Connelly, Soho Journal, Spring 2006.