If ZZ Top and AC/DC don’t dump new product often enough for ya, you’d do well to fill in the gaps with Nashville Pussy, and you can start right here. For some 12 years, the two dicks and two sluts from Atlanta have been slamming out some of the sleaziest Southern-fried drunk rock on the planet, funny as hell and just as hot. On “From Hell to Texas,” fave titles belched from the ulcerous maw of vocalist-writer-guitarist Blaine Cartwright include “Drunk Driving Man,” “Lazy Jesus” and “Dead Men Can’t Get Drunk”; the band raid the rock pantry for every riff & rhythm they can steal from the Stones at their Chuck Berryest, the Faces at their party-downest, UFO at their rock-bottomest and Led Zeppelin at their dirty-bluesiest. The biggest revelation is the fuel-injected axwomanship of Ruyter Suys, who has always ripped, but now she’s tossing in all kinds of casually deft obbligatos and applying a guitar geek’s wet dream of vintage tones to stinging, scalding and sensually shaded leads that encourage favorable comparisons to Angus Young and Rory Gallagher. Best Pussy yet.



Greg Burk
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