fasterpussycat

First off, I'm just gonna come right out with it and admit upfront here that I'm one of the old-school die-hards who LOVED this record in spite of it's two flaws, and still have no idea why they decided to go goth or whatever. I know it has something to do with Taime havin' fun seducing all those goth chicks with his glampire-persona on that PIGFACE tour he went out on, and black lipstick lookin' great underneath the redlights in all his nightclubs and all, but man, am I the only old FASTER PUSSYCAT enthusiast who felt betrayed when their recent reunion involved them transforming into Marilyn Manson? It made no sense at all. Bring back Greg Steele and Mark Michaels and Eric Stacy and leave the dope-show to the Anti-Christ, willya, pussies?

OK, so the drum-sound WAS atrocious, and their original drummer, MARK MICHAELS, immediately got popped for receiving drugs in the mail on their first tour and fired from the band, and their Beastie Boys rap-metal parody, "Babylon", was never that endearing to me, cos I'm just not that big on satire, but I loved everything else about this first album. The shitty Johnny Thunders leads, TAIME DOWNE'S mangy caterwaul, the whole shebang was fun and sleazy and the perfect soundtrack to getting drunk on forty- ouncers and CISCO fortified wine, and unclasping some blonde in black's red brassiere when we were 18. I'm sure for some stripe of snotty rock purists, there's plenty of reasons to hate this band--for mixing AC/DC up with the Hanoi Rocks; or cos the guitarist banged the chick you introduced him to, on the very next stop on the tour, when you had to work late at the pizza place, and couldn't go, (and it did take me a couple years to get over it, thanks, Brent.) but c'mon, songs like "DON'T CHANGE THAT SONG" and "BATHROOM WALL" made rock'n'roll seem FUN again when everybody else was so tortured and paranoid and uptight and serious. The deepest TAIME got on the first album was when he yowled, "I got no, got no room for emotion! It's like a cloud drippin' radiation right on my head!", or maybe, "Face it-this place is a mess, it's got a hole in the ceiling/the rain comes and washes away all the hope and the feelin..." The rest of the songs were all about lipstick junkies, and favorite records, and revvin' up the Chevy, and Cadillac women and cheap little tramps in high heels and switchblades, and better watch out baby, there's a whole lotta shootin' goin' on at the best Cathouse in Hollywood. What else is there, when you're young? This was pure, sleazy cock'n'roll at it's snottiest that still out-rocks shit-loads of the groups who've followed. My favorites were, naturally, "City Has No Heart" and "When my ship comes in, I'll be ready for it, and I'll be struttin' my stuff to the high-class part of town!" If you're like me, and still prefer the sleazy, straight-up rock'n'roll trash--- to any kinda contemporary industrial/goth-metal hybrids former rockstars tend to get caught up in pursuing nowadays, check out this killer new group, THE FAVORS, who are everything you loved about FASTER PUSSYCAT or THE BLACK HALOS with catchy pop hooks!

I guess Faster Pussycat didn't really start their decline into full-fledged Flash Metal Suicide until they started dredging up childhood traumas and making political statements about abortion on their next album. The first one's the tits, man! Original bassist, Eric Stacy's been playin' 'round L.A. with THE COMA-TONES lately! Awesome!

CURRENTLY WRITING HIS SLEAZY TELL-ALL BIO!
Brent Muscat

HOLLYWOOD GLAMPIRES!
Newlydeads

-Pepsi Sheen
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