Sefany Jones & Frank Meyer,
Monday, April 7, 2003 @ 2:02 PM
Nashville Pussy Tear Up the Ke
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There’s nothing more satisfying than a southern-fried dish of dirty, sweaty, whiskey-soaked Pussy – Nashville Pussy that is!
This sick-ass, no-frills quartet holds back nothing! They unleash brutal rock n’ roll with the delivery of a rocket launcher – smacking you straight upside the face with their unpolished brand of raunchiness and raucousness. There’s no special effects here, no pyro, no gimmicks, no rappers or DJs, no elaborate stage designs… (well, unless you call a beer-bellied redneck flanked by two hot metal chicks a “stage design”…) just pure energy, monster guitar crunching, massive skin bashing and chugging bass riffs intertwined with truthful, hysterical lyrics.
The Atlanta-based hell-stompers ripped into Hollywood as the support act for Black Label Society, a position lesser bands would be eaten alive for. Yet Nashville makes mince meat out of most bands, so a support slot for them is just an excuse to give the headliner a run for their money. And that they did. Performing tunes off their three albums, Let Them Eat Pussy, High As Hell, and Say Something Nasty, the band tore into a 45 minute set of pure hard-drivin' rawk n' roll. "You Give Drugs A Bad Name," "Go Motherfucker Go," "The Bitch Just Kicked Me Out," "Go To Hell," and "Shoot First and Run Like Hell," were among the highlights, with a cover of AC/DC's "Shot Down In Flames" providing the one curveball of the set.
Yet unlike many bands these days, in addition to an arsenal of kick-ass cuts, these cats have one helluva stage show. Blaine combines Lemmy-like biker attitude with Billy Gibbons-style swagger and charm, while wife Ruyter Suys provides the high-octane rock star firepower and KatieLynn looks sexy pounding out the backbeat with hunky drummer Jeremy Thompson in tow. They look like stars and bust out all the poses as if they're headlining the Texas Jam circa 1978.
For instance, just before they crash into “Keep On Fuckin’,” guitarist Ruyter gets down on her knees, and just as her pulsating, swanky solo climaxes, vocalist/guitarist Blaine Cartwright holds a bottle of beer upside down for her to give head to. As she blasts out shredding leads, she is also deep throating a Corona swallowing it all down! Now that's something you just don't see often enough!
It's all in good fun, meant to entertain, sex-up and hopefully offend just about everybody. This is the kind of rock that is practically extinct these days, making Nashville Pussy a downright breath of fresh air in the MTV age; a band that knows what they want and knows how to get, yet still holds firm to it’s roots -- hard rock with a dash of Southern rock hospitality and a touch of punk 'tude. Yes folks, the Pussy put on one hell of an amped-up, stripped down, bare-boned rock show and you'd be a damn fool to miss 'em next time they careen through your faire town! Now go drink a beer and kick some ass!
Say Something Nasty
Gonna Hitchhike Down to Cincinnati and Kick the Shit Outta Your Drunk Daddy
She’s Got The Drugs
Bitch Just Kicked Me Out
High As Hell
You Give Drugs A Bad Name
Shoot First and Run Like Hell
Go To Hell
Shot Down In Flames – AC/DC
Let's Get The Hell Outta Here (???)
Keep On Fuckin’
Go, Motherfucker, Go!
Hey, might as well mention some familiar faces in the crowd that night, too: Glenn Danzig and his new bassist, Jerry Montano, Lemmy (Motorhead), John Norum (Dokken/Europe) and comedian/actor Tom Green.