Nine Pound Hammer Kentucky Breakdown Acetate
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So,
I guess hardcore porn’s answer to Ted Nugent, Nashville Pussy,
are currently on some kinda hiatus, cuz NP main mustache Blaine
Cartwright done high-tailed it back to Kentucky and reunited, yet
again, with his old band, shitkicker punk n’ roll legends Nine Pound
Hammer. The ‘Hammer kick-started in 1985, rolled on for
ten years, til Blaine formed Nashville Pussy in ’95,
and has been an off-and-on (mostly off) proposition since then. However, for
the last cuppla years, they’ve been making triumphant appearances at the
annual Dixie rock n’ roll BBQ blowout the Sleazefest, so they
figured, why the fuck not, right? Let’s take the bitch for another ride.
That’s the thing about goin’ back to the trailer park, man. Unless there was
a tornado, or they opened up a new mobile peep-show, ain’t nothin’ gonna
change down there, ever, so NPH 2004 sound pretty much like they did
in the mid 80’s, or the mid 90’s, or how they will ten years from now- like
some Southern rock band fried on Angry Samoans singles. That’s just
the way it is, Jack. “If You Want to Get to Heaven” is the
sole Pussy-style rocker, a big ol’ arena-ready riff n’ roller, and it
rocks like crazy, but otherwise, it’s more of what ya came for- fast,
gangly, mean, redneck rock n’ roll, with traces of chugging rockabilly and
tinges of C&W, but mostly flat-out punk fuckin’ rock, with lotsa hilariously
depressing lyrics about alcoholism and getting fat and dying in yr Lazy-boy,
barked out with complete conviction by Scott Luallen, who has been
down that goddamn road so many times, he can draw you a map from memory. I’m
not sure if yer supposed to laugh along with these cats, or cry. Probably
both. I will tell ya this much, tho. If yr lookin’ for trucker hat/belt
buckle wearin’, PBR drinkin’, fist-fightin’, ass-fuckin’ Dixie-punk,
you can’t possibly get more authentic than this. And Kentucky isn’t
even IN the South, really. Say Yeehaw, somebody.
________________________________________________________
So,
I guess hardcore porn’s answer to Ted Nugent, Nashville Pussy,
are currently on some kinda hiatus, cuz NP main mustache Blaine
Cartwright done high-tailed it back to Kentucky and reunited, yet
again, with his old band, shitkicker punk n’ roll legends Nine Pound
Hammer. The ‘Hammer kick-started in 1985, rolled on for
ten years, til Blaine formed Nashville Pussy in ’95,
and has been an off-and-on (mostly off) proposition since then. However, for
the last cuppla years, they’ve been making triumphant appearances at the
annual Dixie rock n’ roll BBQ blowout the Sleazefest, so they
figured, why the fuck not, right? Let’s take the bitch for another ride.
That’s the thing about goin’ back to the trailer park, man. Unless there was
a tornado, or they opened up a new mobile peep-show, ain’t nothin’ gonna
change down there, ever, so NPH 2004 sound pretty much like they did
in the mid 80’s, or the mid 90’s, or how they will ten years from now- like
some Southern rock band fried on Angry Samoans singles. That’s just
the way it is, Jack. “If You Want to Get to Heaven” is the
sole Pussy-style rocker, a big ol’ arena-ready riff n’ roller, and it
rocks like crazy, but otherwise, it’s more of what ya came for- fast,
gangly, mean, redneck rock n’ roll, with traces of chugging rockabilly and
tinges of C&W, but mostly flat-out punk fuckin’ rock, with lotsa hilariously
depressing lyrics about alcoholism and getting fat and dying in yr Lazy-boy,
barked out with complete conviction by Scott Luallen, who has been
down that goddamn road so many times, he can draw you a map from memory. I’m
not sure if yer supposed to laugh along with these cats, or cry. Probably
both. I will tell ya this much, tho. If yr lookin’ for trucker hat/belt
buckle wearin’, PBR drinkin’, fist-fightin’, ass-fuckin’ Dixie-punk,
you can’t possibly get more authentic than this. And Kentucky isn’t
even IN the South, really. Say Yeehaw, somebody.