get-attachment.aspx@London Camden Underworld, October 14 2014

There are no airs and graces where Nashville Pussy are concerned. Some final tuning, a quick glance here and a knowing nod there and they were off. Seventy-five minutes later they were gone again – leaving a fired up Underworld crowd drunk, dazed and deliriously confused. 

The fact that husband-and-wide riff machine Blaine Cartwright and Ruyter Suys both looked they might never get up again after crashing down onto the tight Camden stage wasn’t much of a surprise. This was a chaotic show from the start.

Keep On Fuckin’s brazen refrain set the bullish tone but as live sets go this was far from note perfect. It didn’t need to be.

Part of Nashville Pussy’s feral charm is their frenzied approach to entertainment and if the downside is a less than slick delivery it just doesn’t matter. Some might call Cartwright’s blundering stage presence and shouty vocals unprofessional – the rest of us understand the essence of balls-to-the-wall rock n roll mayhem.

And the Pussy serve it up in spades.

Former RUSHONROCK RATED: 8/10 Record Of The Week Up The Dosage was given due respect with the title track and the raucous Rub It To Death standing tall alongside the band’s live classics.

But that’s the thing where Cartwright and co. are concerned: this is a band that’s getting better with age.

The trouble is, time could be running out. Blaine and his missus are no spring chickens and even this brief but brilliant run out appeared to leave the hottest couple in southern metal utterly exhausted, visibly drained and gasping for air.

Everybody’s Fault But Mine was delivered with aching irony and if the Pussy do implode sometime soon the fault will lie squarely at the door of a band lacking fitness, finesse and the good sense to give a f**k.

Catch them while you can. And remember to post a healthy slice of humble pie to RUSHONROCK HQ when Nashville Pussy headline Download’s main stage in 20 years’ time…

Simon Rushworth