The band raid the rock pantry for every riff & rhythm they can steal from the Stones at their Chuck Berryest, the Faces at their party-downest, UFO at their rock-bottomest and Led Zeppelin at their dirty-bluesiest.
The biggest revelation is the fuel-injected axwomanship of Ruyter Suys, who has always ripped, but now sheâ€™s tossing in all kinds of casually deft obbligatos and applying a guitar geekâ€™s wet dream of vintage tones to stinging, scalding and sensually shaded leads that encourage favorable comparisons to Angus Young and Rory Gallagher. Best Pussy yet. [Read More...]
Okay, yeah, this cover is just as rude as it gets, but I've always loved this album, more so for Nashville Pussy's greasy cowpunk played at a monster velocity. It just so happens the over-the-top cunnilingus depiction makes the package ... [Read More...]