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Nashville Pussy

Get Some (Spitfire)

By Jason Heller

Published on September 15, 2005

Your biggest concern after listening to Get Some is whether your shower 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 -- Nashville's first with bassist Karen Exley of Denver's Hemi Cuda -- 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 low-down Nashville Pussy tradition.



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