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Written by GE 138.  Wowsers... where has this band been? Nashville Pussy's greasy, Southern fried Punk songs have always held a special place in my heart, and after witnessing the band play to an empty Pink-E's here in Vegas on a Saturday night many moons ago, I figured I had seen the last I was ever gonna see from these Rock and Roll savages, when lo and behold, this new release fell into my lap. Fuck yeah! Kicking off with some loud ass cowbell accents, this album just rawks right out of the gate. Their AC/DC worship continues on, with Ruyter quite possibly being Angus Young's possessed nympho daughter. Her riffs and sloppy ass solos are just great. Blaine still sounds like he gargles with whiskey and broken glass when he sings, and I don't even know who else is in the band, because it's irrelevant - Ruyter and Blaine are the band. Always have been. Always will be. The lyrics are top notch stoner material (I'm so high/I gotta look down to see the sky), with odes to liver killing fluids included (Drunk Driving Man and Dead Men Can't Get Drunk) as well as songs about fast cars and even faster women (Speed Machine and Why Why Why, with the great lyric of 'Back in High School/I was voted Most Likely to go to Hell'). Nashville Pussy play some good shit. Not too Punk, not too Rock and Roll. They've carved themselves out a nice little niche in today's music scene, and if you're into kick ass Rock and Roll played by a bunch of drug addicted drunken degenerates, then look no further than Nashville Pussy, your new favorite band. Welcome back - We missed you!!
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