Nashville Pussy really are the great American band,
with all their baseball, pinball, handlebar moustaches, trucker hats,
smokes, suds, barbecues, mean mamas, daisy duke shorts, push-up bras, and
bare knuckle, blue collar, brawl room rock. Oh, and pussy, of course. You
see, they’re like COC with tits, or Ted Nugent with, well…tits, and
Get
Some! certainly contains its share of southern comfort and fresh meat. And
I’m not just talkin’ about new bass player Karen Cuda (ex-Hemicuda),
either. This is some sloppy, red, white, and bruised good times, my
friends. I personally dig the slow cooking boot stomp of “Hate and
Whiskey” and the classic, cherry-flavoured riffs of “Come On Come On”.
Some of the finest pussy to date, that’s for sure. And like all pussy, you
know you’ll love it.
Nashville Pussy really are the great American band,
with all their baseball, pinball, handlebar moustaches, trucker hats,
smokes, suds, barbecues, mean mamas, daisy duke shorts, push-up bras, and
bare knuckle, blue collar, brawl room rock. Oh, and pussy, of course. You
see, they’re like COC with tits, or Ted Nugent with, well…tits, and
Get
Some! certainly contains its share of southern comfort and fresh meat. And
I’m not just talkin’ about new bass player Karen Cuda (ex-Hemicuda),
either. This is some sloppy, red, white, and bruised good times, my
friends. I personally dig the slow cooking boot stomp of “Hate and
Whiskey” and the classic, cherry-flavoured riffs of “Come On Come On”.
Some of the finest pussy to date, that’s for sure. And like all pussy, you
know you’ll love it.