wednesday, april 19, 2006

Rock'n'Fuckin'Roll: Nashville Pussy live

 

So there we were, ready for the rock, while we did the previous one in a bar near the place of the concert. The bar was called “The Famous Cock”, but it did not give many tracks on whom he would be the owner of the “famous pullet”. We did not reach to find out it, because it was hour to collect itself to the Garage, although my colleagues did not see themselves very excited with respect to the teloneros, Tokyo Dragons. “They are not very interesting. They are sweepings” was Pretty saying, and that me left put awhile. Anyway, it could not be so bad, I thought. And in fact we took a small surprise, because before the mentioned dragoons another band appeared, call Motorcity Daredevils. These enough individuals presented/displayed hard to us dirty rock and pinceladas of stoner in the mixture; street rock, with scent to beer and tobacco. You could be imagined that watching the vocalista, with its white shirt and its glasses Ray Ban, but his riffs was of which they make you move the head. A Seth of little more of half an hour, where to typical mid-tempo hard rock added a pair of fast songs, something to shake one's head with more force, in aim… A subject something slower and stuck closes its show. We were ourselves near the bar, to see the inn with the merchandise of the band and to return to fill our glasses. Su demo of 3 subjects was worth luca, so me I bought it.

After awhile Tokyo Dragons raised scene… and the truth is happiness, after awhile I began to enjoy it. It is certain, his hard blusero average rock, in the line of which some would call “glam rock” of Californian school, very '80s, was not nothing of the other world; nothing was no redescubierto, could be said. Thus and everything, their songs had rate, and for the fiestero spirit that was in the place that was than sufficient more. One noticed that the types already had their public, in addition. The vocalista sounded a little like a the one of Cinderella or Jackyl, that is to say, that acute tone,… oh good, at this point already will know to which I talk about. Even Pretty it was vacillating them awhile in the end.

They finish his Seth and good, in few minutes already Nashville Pussy it was installing his equipment. Not I know how me I fixed them to arrive from the bar to where they were Linda and Pete with two glasses of beer and not to spill them, nor had time for asks it to me, because then the lights ignited, the battery began to mark the rate, and to the center of the scene the vocalista, Blaine Cartwright, the Time shouted “What's”. “It's PUSSY Time” Karen Cuda, the bear answered to him, and that was everything what it was needed so that it was left the cream. Everybody jumping, the beer glasses flew, and its content obvious fell on all we. Eramos a compact human mass, stinking out to beer, tobacco and sweat, jumping and moving the head to the rate of the dirty rock and roll of NP.

Southern Rock? That it mattered. He was strong, he was dirty, he was amused, and what devils, were right what needed. A long time ago it was not in… a so energetic tocata, I do not know like describing it. To see touch to a good band always is good, but in this case in addition he was amused. Of all the tocatas to which I have gone, nonmemory none where an incredible woman me has escupido Jack Daniels above… And it is that the guitarist robs the show. Not only for those “two good reasons”, but because it is really a spectacle to see it: sexy, robust, rockera, throwing kicks to the air, shaking its hair, touching really in the face of the public… what to say, this girl yes that it has attitude. I believe that those that we were to the right of the scene in its majority we had our senses put in her. In any case, they frontman was not opacado for that reason; there was a sensation of balance in scene, in short, it is as it is, was a pure and hard delivery of rock'n'roll.

The hearing enough was caught, many flew by on the heads until falling in the scene and after return to the public; it was as much that in a while the singer requested that they calmed, because in a recent tocata a type was broken the guitar to him of a kick, and now did not want to stop. Of all ways they did not let thank for the answer of the English public --they were returned monkeys-- and after his last subject, they invited to the members of Tokyo Dragons arrives to finish to the show with a version of “You Shook Me All Night Long” of AC/DC. Very appropriate, for a band that shook good part at night to us.

Tired as we were, we stopped awhile in the bar, to recover the breath before going to us. Although histories and anecdotes that followed are probably material for another article, I suppose that it is an appropriate closing to say that from the bar we descried to Ruyter Stuys and, obvious, we approached to talk. One type that had known me there said to him that I was of Chile, to which she reacted speaking a Castilian pair of things in and telling me that she had desire to visit our country. We were in which I was going it to invite to cart to the Bar of René when that happened. To the delay of which the invitation took shape, it acceded to remove to a photo, and although it left dark, I can say to them, modestly, that eaten and danced not the acquittal to me nobody. Je.

 

 

It's the must-see rock show of the year tonight at Castaways, when a massive quadruple bill rolls into the Taughannock Boulevard Club. Headlining the show is Nashville Pussy, the hard-rockin' quartet from Atlanta, Ga., that released a new album this week. Along for the ride are Zeke, the Seattle-based punk band (they opened for Motorhead in Johnson City earlier this year), and The A.K.A.s, a younger punk band whose fandom is growing rapidly. And kicking off the festivities are the Mofos, the local “instro-metal” trio of Gary Siperko, Eric Trichon and Matt Saccuccimorano.

Nashville Pussy, fronted by the husband-and-wife team of Blaine Cartwright (vocals, guitar) and Ruyter Suys (lead guitar; pronounced “Rider Sighs”), is stoked about the release of its new CD, “Get Some” (Spitfire Records). Chock-full of anthemic choruses and frenetic guitar riffing, the album gets off to a kick-ass start with three killer songs and doesn't let down through the last track.

Cartwright credits producer Daniel Rey, known for working with the Ramones, for helping the band hone its trademark sound (a mix of Motorhead, Ted Nugent, Lynyrd Skynyrd and AC/DC, to start). “We're going for the catchier stuff on this album,” says Cartwright. “Daniel Rey helped on that a lot. He helped us arrange the songs and add little bits and pieces here and there,” adding “It's the first time we've ever had that — I never thought we needed it — but it worked out really well. It was a pleasant surprise, to find that someone could do that for us.”

Adds Suys, “I don't know what the hell happened in the studio, but some magic happened and it was really easy,” she says. “Which is unusual for us. We had three days to test the studio and 10 days to record, so we had to be prepared. But it was awesome — we had a new vitality. We had been on vacation for a while and came back with a new bass player and new producer, and everyone was really happy with each other. I think it comes through on the album.”

Indeed, Cartwright says things have never been better for the band, with new bassist Karen (Hemi) Cuda joining last year (drummer Jeremy Thompson is the other member). “We've only played maybe 25 or 30 gigs so far, but she's on the new album, and she helped out a lot,” he says. “She's really pretty and really talented, too.”

Suys and Cartwright have been married nearly 14 years; she met him while he was touring her native Canada with his previous band, Nine Pound Hammer. “I was in the front row — we were both wearing a Motorhead shirt,” she says of getting his attention. They got married three months later. “Both of us agree that it was the dumbest thing for us to do, to get married,” she says. “It was kind of like a joke — we just did it and didn't tell anybody. But it worked and we're still together.” The pair formed Nashville Pussy in 1996, taking the name from Ted Nugent's pre- song banter on his “Double Live Gonzo” album..

A self-described “rock and roll-metalhead” in high school, Suys cites influences such as Led Zeppelin, Nugent, Metallica and AC/DC on her fiery guitar playing. “And once I met Blaine, he turned me on to the punk rock,” she says. “I had never listened to the Ramones before I met him.”

With the release of the new CD, its fourth full-length release, the band is psyched to hit the road. “We're not U2, so we can't just put our a press release or an iPod commercial,” says Cartwright. “We have to go out and in the trenches and tell people night by night that it's a CD release party.” To learn more about the band, visit www.nashvillepussy.com.