Nashville Pussy

With Zeke and Sounder. Sunday, October 9, at Peabody's.

By Jason Heller on Wed, Oct 5, 2005 at 4:00 am

Nashville Pussy

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Your biggest concern after listening to Nashville Pussy's latest, Get Some, is whether your shower afterward ought to be hot or cold. Kicking up a miasma of filthy noise and musky lust, Nashville Pussy's fourth disc veers precisely zero degrees from its headlong rush into the depths of Dixie-fried porn punk. Still, the disc packs some soul food into its Skynyrd-lined, Motörhead-bloated gut: "Pussy Time" proudly lifts the riff from Edwin Starr's "25 Miles," and there's even a funky, if slightly flattened, cover of Ike and Tina Turner's "Nutbush City Limits." And Blaine Cartwright's couplets on "Lazy White Boy" ("A bag of weed, a six-pack of Bud/I'm like a pig in my own mud") are as close to a manifesto as these guys have ever gotten. Thin production makes the sleaze feel a bit pasteurized at points, but Get Some is still a shining, shit-splattered example of the lewd and lowdown Nashville Pussy tradition.