I have this image of The Polecat as a pre-WWII Weimar-style cabaret where the boys try to emulate mid-century ideals of femininity - garters and stockings made from scraps and machine parts, chain jewelry, and lips and cheeks painted with blood. I can see the aesthetics meshing very well, and I AM SO TURNED ON BY IT LIKE AAAAAAAAAHHHH *heavy breathing*