It is no secret there are bands that are mediocre on CD but manage to destroy live. Goatwhore is one such band, an act whose studio efforts have never wowed me the way their presence on stage ALWAYS has. Skinless is another, and though I’ve liked their earlier material, From Sacrifice to Survival onward hasn’t made them much for inclusion in future CD purchases. However, they make certain death occurs at any one of their shows on a whim, and to date they are the single most entertaining band I’ve ever seen lacking a colored water spray cannon and babies on pikes.
I’m well aware of the devoted fan following Nashville Pussy has, and I can only venture to guess, having never seen Nashville Pussy live, that fervent international following is a result of blowjobs, cocaine and a free car given out at every show, although the band probably has a wicked time thrashing around and generally making a mess of things. I say this because I couldn’t give two shits about their music, a blend of hardcore punk, self-indulgent rock-n-roll, and southern twang. I guess that’s sorta how it goes down in Atlanta, but I couldn’t fathom how they got so popular outside the South.
Anyways, now signed to SPV, Nashville Pussy’s From Hell to Texas is apparently the longest time taken between two full-lengths (2005’s Get Some), but honestly, why did it take them so long? Play a riff, play another riff, rattle around the cowbell a little bit, have Blaine Cartwright squeal like a piggy and Ruyter Suys jam out a solo, and you’re done! I don’t have to be a genius to get the formula: punk is still punk. It’s easy, fast, and is not a genre over which to be brooded. From Hell to Texas sounds like a belabored, overwrought crash test with guitars, and Nashville Pussy is not a band that can afford to pull any punches. I mean, were the lyrics that tough to write? I laughed a couple times at some of the songs, particularly “Lazy Jesus” and “Drunk Driving Man,” but these riffs couldn’t have taken more than a Saturday on Jim Beam watching reruns of the Waltons to come up with.
The Pussy ain’t any prettier than they were four years ago, so get your kicks if you’re into this sorta thing. Me, I likes ‘em a little more crushing and engaging than From Hell to Texas cares to bother.
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Yancey,
on Apr 18th, 2009 at 02:21What are your feelings on Alabama Thunderpussy. They, also, make use of the word ‘pussy.’
^ HA HA HA!!
There’s a lot of pussy to go around.
on Apr 18th, 2009 at 10:23