NASHVILLE PUSSY: Get Some: CD

These guys/gals are still around? I’ll be hornswoggled. Is this some sort of promotional tie-in with the new Jessica Simpson Dukes of Hazzard movie? Now, don’t get me wrong-I liked Let Them Eat Pussy as much as the next guy, but I think Nashville Pussy’s routine is getting about as dried out as an old plug of used chaw sitting on the outhouse floor. On Get Some, this grumpy party-time rock’n’roll for NASCAR types with brown rutabaga teeth goes from zero to boring in about four seconds flat-which is about the time it takes Ruyter to open her AC/DC by Numbers guitar book. I don’t know what I’m grousing about. There are plenty of worse things out there, that’s for sure. But this reheated AC/DC rawk thing is starting to get as brittle and lifeless as the few lone hairs sticking out of the top of Angus Young’s melon these days. I don’t even think that bringing back the half-naked, fire-breathing seven-foot-tall lesbian with the giant, fake hooters could breathe any life back into this stale rock’n’roll titty show. I think I’ll pass on Get Some. For greasy, punked-out, southern-fried hick-core, I’ll stick with Nine Pound Hammer.

 –aphid (Spitfire)