Nashville Pussy have a formula that ain’t broken and they don’t intend on fixing it – turn up the amps, ramp up the riffs, inject plenty of sleaze and humour into the lyrics, rock out loud and proud, and tour the hell out of the latest record. The latter part of the equation is the key here: Nashville Pussy are an insanely enjoyable live act, but their studio recordings are never as much fun as their live shows.
It has been five years since their last album, and more than 15 since their first, and little has changed – there are still plenty of pussy puns, sex and drugs and monster AC/DC-meets-Motörhead riffs. Frontman Blaine Cartwright isn’t known for his lyrical subtlety. Songs like “Rub It To Death” and “Till the Meat Falls Off the Bone” don’t exactly raise the bar, and aren’t ever going to be played on mainstream radio (who listens to that shit anyway?). However, “The South’s Too Fat to Rise Again” is perhaps his best piece of writing – a blistering putdown of the excesses of certain areas of the US south and right of the Manson-Nixon line. “Before the Drugs Wear Off” is a honky-tonk bar-room brawler with wit (“Let’s get it on, before….” – you get the picture) and “Hooray for Cocaine, Hooray for Tennessee” ventures into Steve Earle country, but for the most part Cartwight’s wife Ruyter Suys slings her axe with loud glee.
If you’re a fan of their previous five albums, you won’t be disappointed. If you’re not, you won’t be converted. But do go and see them live if they come to Norway again – they nearly blew the roof off John Dee in October 2012 (above photo), and a lot of people left with shit-eating grins and t-shirts (but not many albums or CDs).