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2002: “This is the motherufuckinrocknrollistsonofabitch rock and roll band I’ve EVER seen. I’ve seen Everyone by the way……if you want real dirty lusty sweaty rock..this is the band to see.”
2001: “Sex and drugs play a very prominent part in NP’s visuals and lyrics. And most prominent is Ruyter, NP’s lead guitar-playing Goddess, with singer/rhythm guitar/husband Blaine at center stage. I bought their first single back then, and still buy their records. Their sound has slowed down from their early Punk roots and now is more 70s Hard Rock oriented, without sacrificing one bit of snarling power and still maintaining a big-ass Punk attitude and edge.”
2000: “Nashville Pussy have got a mission that transcends the whining, griping and moaning of “alternative” rockers. They are here to bring back what was originally so appealing about rock and roll in the first place. Fun, danger and SEX. But they don’t just talk the talk, they rock the walk!”
1999: “Nashville Pussy is superior to Manson, because its act doesn’t depend on props and production values, like feathers, smoke and costumes, but is embedded in the bandmembers’ very being. Just their walking on stage is a visual jolt, as is the femininity of the lead instrumentalists. Feminists have long wanted to infiltrate rock & roll’s boys’ club, and frankly Parks and Suys’ attempt, lesbian licks and all, is a hell of a lot more convincing than Courtney Love’s effort at playing movie-star-cum-rebel.”
1998: “Best live punk band in the universe right now. A blistering metalpunk subterfuge exploding from two scruffy rednecks and two X-rated babes that champions Nugent, Kiss, Motorhead and the Cro Mags. Hotter and sexier than Gene Simmons’ spittin’ fire at a strip joint.”
1997: “Once upon a time, on a humid July evening in 1977, Ted Nugent stood on the stage at Nashville’s Municipal Auditorium with his guitar in his hands, and to thousands of sweaty, riled-up fans, he wailed out, “This is a love song. I’d like to dedicate this to all that N-a-s-h-ville pussy!” He then busted out his song “Wang Dang Sweet Poontang,” like a charging rhinoceros with its tail on fire. Nineteen years later, in March of ’96, four particular Nugent freaks decided to form a band, lovingly named “Nashville Pussy.” Stepping into Nugent’s footprints, as well as Mother Nature’s for that matter, these Pussies were born to rock with a rhino’s cock.”
1996: Nashville Pussy (featuring ex-members of Nine Pound Hammer) scared the fans with its abrasive punk. -Sleazefest ’96
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