What a fantastic, inspired title for a CD. The satisfied pleasure I experienced when my mother-in-law, a women’s studies professor, disparaged and scoffed at the name of this CD was a moment of pure, distilled joy. How uptight she must be to have a sincerely disdainful reaction to the word “pussy.” I guess it’s what you’d expect from a cunt! Now then, the music. Heavy, frightening, fucked up noise that powers over the underlying tunes without diminishing their resonance. Tennessee thunderstorm double bass and screeching, wild guitars make this sound like the soundtrack playing inside the head of your town’s resident, whacked-out, sleeps-in-the-park, crazy dude. I wasn’t prepared for, nor have I yet recovered from, the onsault (onslaught and assault combined!) of this ferocious CD.
–benke (Big Neck)