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Classic Album Review: Nashville Pussy | Say Something Nasty

More unrepentantly one-dimensional tales of sex, drugs, liquor, beatin’, killin’ & Satan.

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This came out in 2002 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):

 


WHO ARE THEY? Everybody’s favourite bunch of rip-snorting, bourbon-swilling, drug-gulping, fire-breathing, rebel-yelling, white-trash southern-fried boogie-rock sleaze merchants.

WHAT’S THIS? The third attempt in their eternal quest to spawn the mutant musical love child of Ted Nugent, AC/DC, Lynyrd Skynyrd and Victoria’s Secret.

HOW IS IT? As Nasty as they wanna be — and that’s plenty. Fuelled by the bump ’n’ grind three-chord guitar licks of underdressed axe mistress Ruyter Suys and the throat-shredding snarl of her burly biker beau Blaine Cartwright, these 13 unrepentantly one-dimensional tracks smack you upside the mullet with all the sex, drugs, liquor, beatin’, killin’ and Satanism you have come to crave from the party-hearty Nashville Pussy. Of course, it’s all in good fun — assuming you get your kicks out of songs like Gonna Hitchhike Down to Cincinnati and Kick the S— Outta Your Drunk Daddy.

WHERE TO LISTEN TO IT? In a pickup truck with a gun rack and a Confederate flag bumper sticker.

WHY BUY IT? It has sex, drugs, violence, rock ’n’ roll and purty wimmen in their skivvies. Why wouldn’t you buy it?