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Once upon a time there was a band I listened to only cuz I liked the album cover. And then I listened only cuz there was two hot chicks in the band. Now I listen to them cuz tits or not - Nashville Pussy kicks ass.
Guitarist Ruyter Suys burns like a good flogging between yer thighs. If ya think playing lead guitar topless but for a leopard print bra detracts from her rage-factor...think again fucko.
Ruyter will kick your candy ass in between key changes. I can hear her breaking strings on this record. I can feel splashes of her sweat comin' through the speakers. I can smell the smoke billowing from her amplifier. Her gutteral guitar sound is like listening to a '68 Camaro revving up to speed across yer face. And is that a violin I hear lightly scurrying through this album? FUCK NO. This is pure rock and roll, baby.
Every dang song is an anthem. Every lyric written with drunken evil intent. I dare anyone to go on a road trip blasting this band' music across America and NOT fuck shit up along the way. It's inspirational like that.
Hey, what the hell happened to Tracy Almazan...I thought she was on this record, too. Instead, yet another ass kickin' bass player is whippin' us into shape, KatieLynn Campbell. Oh, and the boys Blaine and Jeremy are pretty fucken rad too doin' their frog-stompin', whiskey gulpin' style music. You know a band truly kicks ass when yer playing their CD and shootin' pool and you can't help but stop in mid-aim, stand up right and use the cue stick as yer very own SG to play along with Ruyter.
I was born to eat BBQ and drink beer from a can, so, yeah, I fucking love Nashville Pussy. And if yer a'needin' a good pussy fix, some nasty filthy guitar work and a big strong cowboy hat wearin' motherfucker to sing to ya...well then, this is the Nashville Pussy album to buy, bitch.
[NOTE: I don't mean to imply that the members of NP are practicing frog squishers. I'm sure they love all of Nature's clammy creatures.]
www.nashvillepussy.com
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