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Nashville Pussy Delivers Familiar Show, Despite Dropping Several Cup Sizes
Vancouver
June 12, 2001
Nashville Pussy @ Richards On Richards
May 31, 2001
"It's all about music" I found myself repeating earnestly over dinner sometime last week. My wife, intrigued by the name, had visited the Nashville Pussy website. She had some questions about my choice of assignment.
The thing is I really believed what I was saying. I believed it more when Amazonian bass player Corey Parks left the band mid-tour and took her highly augmented breasts to join Courtney Love's latest handiwork.
I started to waiver, however, when the band finally hit the stage last Thursday night at Richards on Richards and blasted the room with an uniteligible wall of noise. Four indistinguishable songs later I had became totally disenfranchised and watched, somewhat sadly, as guitarist Ruyter Suys stripped down to her underware while I cranked two highly crafted wads of paper napkin into my ears.
But lets back up a second. The evening also turned in some positive surprises with openers the Nasty On and Montreal based hard core rockers Tricky Woo.
I'd heard about the Nasty On for a while (an early adopter on the citygigs site no less...) but never had an opportunity to see them. Heading up on stage around 9:00 they pulled the cork on a bottle of straight up rock and delivered a hard working set to a relatively quiet room. The empty floor didn't phase them however and they powered through a dense forty-five minute performance with all the energy of a headliner. Worth mentioning was the singer who brought a little Jagger / Morrison moodiness to the mike.
 Next up Tricky Woo took me completely by surprise. These four guys from Montreal have a reputation for heavy shows - and lots of them. Appearing to be almost eternally on tour.
Instead of the high speed metal that I was preparing for, Tricky Woo let loose with a well balanced set of carefully written, well executed rock that bordered on the psychedelic. Who'd have thunk it? Well actually I might have, had I seen a publicity shot of the guys. Long haired freaks from the heart of Montreal's working class suburbs - I'm going to guess Laval.
The music is complex and feels like it's got something to say - although sitting here now at a quarter to one in the morning I couldn't tell you what it might be. Most memorable was a lengthy cover of Cruel World which had the eclectic audience surging up against the stage like a rip tide.
Recent addition to the band, Phil Burns brooded over the keyboards and introduced some innovation to the sound with a mix of weird percussion and a bizzare synthethized flute. The trippy effects definitely helped underlined some of their more remote songs but often got bogged down in the mix. I made a mental note to check out their CD. I'm not sure what it says that popular TV shows Dawson Creek and Buffy The Vampire Slayer have sampled a couple of tracks. Maybe that there's a lot more folks out there smoking fat spliffs than one might imagine.
 Anyway, getting back to Nashville Pussy. After making the hip deep crowd of side burned rockers, pubescent metal chicks and assorted tattooed ladies wait over an hour the band loped on stage and announced that they were going to start the party. Well thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule of self sodomy to help us out...
Without further ceremony the band tore into a virtually seamless wall of noise that drove any meaningful thought process clean out of the room. The mosh pit, quiet all night, fired up like a blender full of laundry and I worked my way to a decent vantage point where I could crank some napkin wads in my ears and get back to, the music.
Forty minutes later, the band surfaced long enough to dedicate their next song - You Give Drugs A Bad Name - to the bottle throwing goons near the back. I made my way to the door as Ruyter Suys unleashed her breasts in a frenzy of leather and red curls while the new bass player jammed her crotch into a fairly panting clot of skinheads in the front row.
Music? Um.
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