Reviewed - 10/15/05

Get Some!
[Spitfire Records]

Nashville Pussy is something of an anomaly. While their style of sleazy redneck rock has been done countless times before, there is something unidentifiably unique about them. Perhaps they have a buxom blonde that can shred rather than be a record selling gimmick...

On album number four, Nashville Pussy finds themselves on their 4th record label and on their 4th inked up, busty pout-lipped bassist. “Get Some!” is just as rockin’ as “Say Something Nasty” but tad less crass. Also missing is that pounding bass heavy rhythm found on the aforementioned album Instead the band has opted for a more low end fuzz that is more akin to stoner rock. Perhaps new bassist Karen Cuda is the source of this, or maybe the band is trying to reach out to those stoner rockers.

From album opener “Pussy Time” to the righteous stomp of “Good Night for a Heart Attack,” the rock doesn’t stop. Any broad lovin, air guitarin’ knucklehead doesn’t profess unrequited love for guitarist Ruyter Suys after those four tracks has to be either queer or just plain stupid drunk. Ms. Suys solos are about as jaw dropping and sizable as her stacks. No, I’m not talking about her amps either. This six-string siren knows how to make a guitar squeal, shred and wail all while laying on sexy sweatier than Lita Ford. Why she isn’t hailed in rags like Guitar World or Revolver as being the new queen of rock, or at least topless with a cherry red SG in Hustler is beyond me. Nashville Pussy would be rather standard without her flourishes. Just like Kiss lost sizeable soloing clout when Frehley quit showing up for recording sessions and AC/DC would bore us to tears with out Angus’ axe-antics, Suys is essential both in sound and looks to Nashville Pussy as Slash was to Guns ‘N Roses.

Oh, ummm... back to the music. If you can’t drink to “Hate and Whiskey” or get a charge out of, or even identify with “Lazy White Boy,” you don’t like rock ‘n roll and booze. Quit posing. Vocalist/guitarist Blaine Cartwright snarls like a bastard child of Stephen Pearcy and Lemmy, but his vocals seem more polished from about 3000 more shots of whiskey and 2000 more packs of smokes. Without Cartwright’s sneering snarl, Nashville Pussy would be about as vocally recognizable as Skid Row without Bach.

One awesome oddity on “Get Some!” is the Aretha Franklin cover, “Nutbush City Limts.” Nashville Pussy has kept the soul and bolstered the song without losing the poignancy or bassosarusness of the original. Kiss, er… Ace Frehley fans will spill their beer when the note for note glory of “Snowblind” comes blaring out of the speakers. Just like their cover of Smokey Robinson’s “First I Look At the Purse” on their debut, “Let Them Eat Pussy,” these rowdy rockers know how to cover a song and make it theirs while still paying the utmost sincere homage.

At the end of the 13 rounds of whiskey fueled rock, “Get Some!” it worth getting. Fans of AC/DC, Lynard Skynard and Motorhead will find Nashville Pussy to be some essential boozin’ and crusin’ rock. If you’re looking for something a bit raunchier to go with your beer-flavored-water, get “Say Something Nasty” before getting some “Get Some!”

But remember, it’s better to “Get Some!” than go without. Cheers!