Let Them Eat Pussy 1998 Amphetamine Reptile
OK, just go grab your Roget’s Thesaurus and get 20 synonyms for each of the following: fierce, frantic, loud and slutty. Insert the 80 words here:
BMF and Ruyter Suys
That’s all the record review you really need. Anything more would be academic, which is not in true Nashville Pussy form.
But I feel compelled to give more details. If these guys and gals didn’t grow up in the South, they have certainly done their research (I would know, being’s I been livin’ in ol’ Virginny since I was a young ‘un). Their music is essentially a buzzsaw fusion of punk and Southern rock, with a bit of a Motorhead vibe thrown in. Their sound is what I call “truck stop rock” (I hereby lay claim to that phrase and if a writer uses it as their own, call them on it). The lyrics are for the most part indecipherable, but when you can make them out, you find that all of the essentials are there – bikes, beer and broads.
Any band that records a song titled “Fried Chicken and Coffee” is going to instantly win my favor. The big surprise is the cover of Smokey Robinson’s “First I Look At the Purse,” the gigolo song that receives a new life thanks to Nashville Pussy. Smokey must be spinning in his grave. NP puts 110% into every song and that effort comes through your speakers as pure energy. This is one of those rare records that you can’t help but like and play air guitar to, even though you know it’s not the most intelligent or sensitive stuff out there. If you want a lesson in politics, go be bored with an Agnostic Front record – Nashville Pussy ain’t got no time for such matters. They’re too busy drinking Jack, fixin’ cars and eating fire (no kidding, see the live show).
No fucking clue who wrote all that but we like it.
