Released: 2014, SPV
Reviewer: Helias Papadopoulos
The only thing that surpasses the intensity of rage rock 'n' roll of Nashville Pussy is their existence. They are four caricatures of the music scene incorporating all the clichés of rock with impropriety and misconduct and summarize the triptych (variation of the classic sex, drugs & rock 'n' roll): gettin 'drunk, gettin' high, gettin 'laid. I don’t know they could do it better. This is the reason people like Nashville Pussy.
The fact that they managed hopefully on their fifth album, UP THE DOSAGE, this year indicates that more than cheap jokes and waggery happens in their rock’n’roll camp. Not that and that there is plenty of them. The titles of the type song "Till the Meat Falls Off the Bone" and "The South’s Too Fat to Rise Again" to lyrics like "did I shave my balls for this?" or something of a previous album (irony to the known female country anthem "Did I Shave My Legs For This"), the coarse plate overflowing. But the same overflowing and "the - AC / DC - encounter - the - Motorhead - in - Texas - and - all - together - go - to - drink - bourbon 'n' beer» staggering their southern rock riffs based on the rhythm guitarist and singer Blaine Cartwright and the lead guitar of his wife, Mrs. Ruyter Suys. Those who have seen them even live realize that its presence is explosive for more than one reason.
In UP THE DOSAGE the rock’n’roll recipe does not change. The voice of Blaine remains wild and scrap like Alice Cooper with bronchitis, but the songs are more closely spaced hooks and perhaps more melodic choruses, often supported by vocals female band (like wildcats with claws out, of course). Where these elements blend well with muddy riffs, their music is able to burn quite a few speakers. There are (few are true) cases, however, where "more of the same" prevails and boredom makes tentative appearance.
The truth is that Nashville Pussy albums should be approached with particular mood and be heard under certain conditions and circumstances. Surely, the repetition of uncouth lyrics and the “shit” content does not refer to great work of art, but the music of Nashville Pussy has at least two cases in which should be sound and listened to as the best possible accompaniment. On the open road and on stage.