Nashville Pussy are the American Motörhead. If Lemmy was here, he’d tell you as much. Rising from the ashes of Kentucky-fried rural hardcore band Nine Pound Hammer in the late 1990s, the quartet exploded onto the underground rock scene and shattered every preconceived notion about how rock’n’roll was supposed to look, sound and act in the postgrunge era. They were like Chuck Berry with rabies, or maybe the Ramones zonked on moonshine and sunstroke. They were American werewolves on wheels who breathed fire, swapped spit and bludgeoned their audience with sex, sleaze and neck-snapping riffs. They were every teenage rock’n’roll dream brought to towering, terrifying life. That was 20 years ago, and since then they’ve never stopped, never faltered or even slowed down.
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For those of you unfamiliar with the sounds of Nashville Pussy, it could be described as Southern boogie on steroids (if you can imagine that), with lyrical content that at times makes Steel Panther look safe. The band was formed in 1997 and seventh studio album, “Pleased To Eat You”, is released prior to the band’s forthcoming UK tour this November.

Opening with the blatant “She Keeps Me Coming, And I Keep Coming Back” the track is straight in there and straight in your face, “Just Another White Boy” and “Drinking My Life Away” are like a dirtier AC/DC and “Woke Up This Morning” is as blues drenched as you would imagine.
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My mother, when she was alive, was probably the most naïve person on the planet. She never knowingly understood a double entendre. Here’s an example: We were watching a panel show on tv, the whole family in the living room about 20 years ago. One of the rounds was a connections round and upon its completion, mum says, to no one in particular: “I don’t get this. What is Barclays Bank rhyming slang for….?”

Dad, mate, this one is for you to explain, yeah?

Even my mum wouldn’t fail to spot the entendre on “She Keeps Me Coming, And I Keep Coming Back” – the opening song on “Pleased To Eat You” – simply because there isn’t one to be fair. Instead, as Blaine Cartwright drawls over a rumble that is more Motorhead than Motorhead: “She makes God mad, he wants to fuck her so bad. She’s the best pussy that he’s never had.”
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Nashville Pussy wouldn’t have it any other way. On Pleased to Eat You, their seventh studio album, these undisputed champions of “Raunch and Roll” from Atlanta, Georgia are giving their fans and those with sensible tastes everything they can handle. Basically, if there’s not something on this album that offends you, hypes you up or gets your juices flowing – head to the morgue ‘cause you’re dead.
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