NASHVILLE PUSSY In the late ’90s, with a debut LP depicting two curvaceous Trampazons getting serviced by their beaus and song titles like “Blowjob from a Rattlesnake,” Nashville Pussy was the ultimate Southern-fried sleaze rockers. Punk rebels kicking out a crude and fuck-crazy parody of Skynyrd-style boogie, NP’s unhinged embrace of rollicking self-destruction was a welcome middle finger to music industry careerism. Incapable of spitting out a melody to save their lives, NP’s black, Jack Daniels-pickled heart was in the right place, and its obscene cartoon template of sex ’n drugs ’n skank ’n roll was a trailer trash cousin to the seedy Aleister Crowley-meets-Eddie Cochran psychobilly of The Cramps. Yet while The Cramps were beholden to ’60s garage rockers, NP wallowed in the overblown oeuvre of ’70s show-boaters like Black Oak Arkansas. Alas, husband and wife guitarists/vocalists and NP guiding lights Blaine Cartwright and Ruyter Suys took their love of hard-rocking Alice Cooper-style blowhards too far, becoming the kind of crunchy-but-comforting outfit they initially reviled. Nowadays, a Dixie gloss on AC/DC, NP is still a lot of fun, and Suys’ stinging guitar enlivens the band’s over-driven boogie, but these particular pussy mongers could have been so much more.

Pat Moran

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