In a world that can quickly overwhelm us with chaos, depression, death, and gloom, channeling the heart of Rock-n-Roll brings a much needed, soul-searching release. Sometimes blunt and sleazy wins the race in terms of expressing turmoil and pain through bluesy dirty southern Rock-n-Roll, and not too many excel at this style of mindful fun better than Atlanta-based Nashville Pussy. They have been turning heads and dropping jaws with their brand of sleazy Hard Rock since the mid-nineties as a continued power couple dominated band featuring Blaine Cartwright on the docked and dirty vocals and guitar, and his better half Ruyter Suys on the bluesy lead guitar. Other members include Bonnie Buitrago on the bass and Ben Thompson on drums to round out the quartet of feisty Jack Daniels drinking bandits.
With six previous studio albums tucked under their whiskey gut they are about to release a seventh album, scantily-titled Pleased To Eat You, out September 7th, 2018 via earMUSIC. With fourteen tracks of fast-paced Rock n’ Sleaze in the listener’s face, there is no time for boredom or ordinary. Starting the ball and chain rolling is a short and not-so-sweet track called “She Keeps Me Coming,” full of the typical raunchy gutter trash lyrics done in a witty and bold way mashed up and spit out by the catchy, raw, bluesy southern-style guitar riffs. Next up is a friendly little jam called “We Want A War” which is a just over three minute temper-tantrum of attitude and dedication to chaos.
As far as a Nashville Pussy album goes, Pleased To Eat You is top level politically-incorrect, sleazy, no fucks given Rock-n-Roll, and for that it deserves applause especially to be one of the last of the best Southern Rock bands who can still get away with their living-on-the-edge lifestyle of sex, drugs, and in-your-face Rock-n-Roll. Moving along in the album to some other noble contributions are the songs “Just Another White Boy,” “Go Home And Die,” and “Low Down Dirty Pig,” which undoubtedly charms the pants off its listeners. After the gut-wrenching reality leak of “Go Home And Die,” the Dixie dance party of “Low Down Dirty Pig” kicks in with some really catchy riffs and beats to send any live audience into a feisty frenzy.
About midway through, the topic of religion comes into place and Blaine tells the bible thumpers where to stick it as the rest of the crew backs it all up with some fine Hard Rock in the song “One Bad Mother.” Then it gets even more exciting with the super-creative and very original sound of Ruyter’s perfectly-tuned guitar solos in the tune “Woke Up,” that’s dubbed over the gritty lyrics about a dead cat, dog, and whatever else the tune calls for in the moment. As the anticipation for what’s to come grinds to an exceeding halt, the next tune, “Drinking My Life Away,” is a fantastic, witty tune to the screams of alcoholism and excuses which, although deemed typical topics of discussion in an over abundance of Country tunes, this Rock-n-Roll number could not be more fitting and one of a kind ending in its finest moment of a nice “fuck you” to its listeners.
Nearing the climax of the album they are getting so politically incorrect with the drug talk that they decide to abbreviate the song title “CCKMP” which stands for “Cocaine Can’t Kill My Pain,” and then the subject matter dives into another dicey subject of heroin as a solution to the rest of the addiction problems at play as depicted in the story. The bold, blatant subject matter is actually a blessing in disguise because it brings sensitive often private subjects out into the open so they cannot be ignored for the growing problem they have become. To venture further into the center of an open puss-filled wound is the track “Tired Of Pretending,” where more cussing ensues and no one is in the least bit worried about it. All the while, the fun riffs and beats are driving the message home in the best way possible.
Finally the fourteenth contribution and final track on Pleased To Eat You is a wonderfully charming bedtime story reiterating key lyrical phrases from key songs heard previously on the album, and of course it is called “Blaine’s Bedtime Stories.” There is no music at all as it is just his voice reciting a poem with all the best lyrics from the album and it is very raw, unedited honesty which speaks volumes in the best way.
For a band that has gotten their boots very muddy in the past to see them still kicking ass in Rock-n-Roll in 2018 is not only refreshing but it would make Motörhead’s late great Lemmy proud. If Lemmy is proud there is no argument needed and, for that, plus the exciting originality mixed with the bold banter this album is capable of, CrypticRock gives Nashville Pussy’s Pleased To Eat You 5 out of 5 stars.
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