Get Some

Album review

"Keep on f*ckin'!" Nashville Pussy explained on 2002's Say Something Nasty. "That's God's first commandment!" Thus having rewritten scripture, there's little for the band to do besides raise hell. Of course, if you trust in 2005's Get Some!, they did that already, too. "Raisin' Hell Again" is just two more minutes of riff-ripping hoariness in a hairy and calamitous string of them, just one of 13 more reasons to love and/or hate this proudly sleazy Atlanta combo. "Grab some and hold on" -- opener "Pussy Time" is the kind of mirthful double-entendre theme to make you hope Nashville Pussy replace Jeff Healy as the Double Deuce's house band in a future remake of Road House. But luckily the songwriting attack for this record is generally more focused than on past outings, ensuring that Get Some! doesn't exist solely as more power-drinking background music for trustees of modern chemistry. "Come on Come On" is genuinely anthemic Southern hard rock, the Kiss/AC/DC hybrid "Good Night for a Heartattack" struts on the edge of death wish hedonism (at one point Blaine Cartwright screams something about wrapping Xanax in bacon), and "Hate and Whisky" uses a heavy blues template to show off the background vocals of Ruyter Suys and new bassist Karen Cuda. (As usual, Suys' stinging guitar leads throughout Get Some! are something to be reckoned with.) "Lazy White Boy" might be Nashville Pussy's true theme song, a cocky and offensive tribute to six packs, dime bags, and armchair butt grooves that manages to be unblinkingly pitiful and totally badass all at once. Nashville Pussy don't care if you're God, the Devil, or a rattlesnake. They'll drink you under the table, tie you to a chair, and steal your car, then leave the number to where they'll be so you can join the party.

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