Nashville Pussy
Bald Faced Stag Hotel
Sydney, AU
May 12, 2017
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Nashville Pussy.
What a band.
Having emerged out of the ashes of the great Nine Pound Hammer, who already incorporated blue collar motifs and themes running the gamut from drug abuse to violence that later on became trademarks for Nashville Pussy – an homage in monicker form to Ted Nugent, they are sleaze rock royalty and perfection at that.
No matter what the inventive label du jour you want to attached to Nashville Pussy’s sound, e.g. cowpunk / biker boogie, etc., sonically they are essentially a condensed and well calibrated mix of Southern rock, classic hard rock and punk, bare of any gimmicky ornaments.
Aethetically and stage demeanor-wise, they look like they have been casted by an expert crew of rock’n roll illumniati – a combo hard to beat.
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Last time I saw them was eleven years ago at the Annandale Hotel, one of the more legendary Sydney venues before it turned into a more gentrified version that is still going, not too far from tonight’s venue, which has established itself as the perfect spot to see acts of the hardr rocking kind, and it was great to see that despite some lineup changes, time seems have gone by leaving the DNA of the band intact.
Tickling man’s most primal desires, the band around husband-wife duo Blaine Cartwright and Ruyter Sys effortlessly pulled out all of the stops in a blistering pace through a high octance set spiked with all the classics of their oeuvre.
With their show coming close to what it must have been like to see AC/DC with Bon Scott in the 1970s, it is needless to say that they received a very warm welcome by the audience, who frenetically celebrated their emissions.
If you have not yet had the chance, make sure to get into the way of the well-oiled hard rocking machine – they do not make them like this anymore.
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Photos by KAVV
