Nashville Pussy

Pleased To Eat You

Lock up your parents! They’re nasty. Crude, deranged, full of sass and bad language and even badder licks, the new album from the band Lemmy once called “America’s last great rock’n’roll band” kicks the proverbial ass. Hard. With no letup and certainly no apologies. Hillbilly sludge. Primordial grunge. The blues as tossed into a meat grinder. There’s no artifice here, no bullshit. Southern rockers Nashville

Pussy are back.

Husband-and-wife team

Blaine Cartwright (vocals, rhythm guitar) and Ruyter Suys (lead guitar) are on particularly riotous form on this seventh album (production by Danny ‘Ramones’ Rey). Songs like the bruising One Bad Mother and brutal Trying To Pretend That

I Give A Shit are dirty, belligerent, AC/DC-channelling; rock, the way bandana-wearing pretenders Aerosmith and Jon Bon so clearly aren’t.

This band are not backwards in coming forwards: more songs about whiskey, women, stud farms, boozing, getting wasted, swearing and eating outdoors and some shit-kicking music. “Just don’t dress up,” says Suys, “cos it’s gonna get messy.”

Amen, sister.