NASHVILLE PUSSY – Up The Dosage

NASHVILLE PUSSY – Up The Dosage

Sleazy southern rockers Nashville Pussy are back with another dose of anti-blues medicine.

The kings of the US underground once again show the rest how it’s done with tongue firmly in cheek.

 

It’s amazing to think that this fine band are still regarded by many as also-rans when their following and record sales suggest they have a stature greater than many of those bands that pop up every other week in the music press. They command significant audiences not just in their home state of Georgia but across the whole of the US and beyond. Their music has southern rock at its core but with a bit of psychobilly thrown in to keep things bouncing along at a rate of knots.

The band are also noted for their almost parodic lyrics which somehow manage to pay homage to and poke fun of the southern scene at the same time, but in a way that really can’t cause offence. This latest album is no different in that respect with such titles as The South’s Too Fat To Rise giving the most unsubtle of clues as to the likely direction the content will take. All this mirth making is helped along by Blaine Cartwright’s deadpan vocals which particularly come to the fore on the more country oriented tracks like Hooray For Cocaine, Hooray For Tennessee. 

This is the first recording featuring new bass plucker Bonnie Buitrago who contributes and easy rhythm style that compliments the laid back sound of the band. Her backing vocals also add a bit of depth and colour to what could otherwise have been a more beige performance. When the time comes to rip it up a little Buitrago proves to be easily up to the job, giving a real low down edge to the Dr. Feelgood inspired Pillbilly Blues. This song sees the group at their best, a lesson in how to get down and dirty.

The only real drawback to Up The Dosage is that it comes across as a kind of montage of other bands best bits in places. Once or twice I heard myself saying I’d heard this intro or that riff somewhere else. I’m in no way suggesting outright copying, but an unnerving familiarity does crop up on occasion, most notably the guitar on album closer Pussy’s Not A Dirty Word which starts out a bit like Poison’s Talk Dirty To Me before morphing into something you’d swear originally came from the fingers of Angus Young. For the most part though, it’s 100% Nashville Pussy.

From an entertainment perspective, this is a great album you’d be happy to throw on in the car and sing along to, or play on your iPod when you’re out and about.

Joggers be warned though, you may find yourself air guitaring to the elderly shoppers in the bus queue – and behaviour like that these days can result in a padded room.

Nashville Pussy have delivered yet another slice of irreverent American pie, and it tastes just great.