Dear Zeegig gods, please do not flag my review for excessive inappropriate language.  I assure you, these naughty words are all very necessary…haha.

 “Pussy!  Pussy!  Pussy!”  As loudly as possible, Cheech Marin’s pussy-speech from the gritty classic flick From Dusk ‘til Dawn echoed through the House of Blues music hall.  There was no doubt from the very start that this show was not for a PG audience and Nashville Pussy is no PG band.  If you can’t tell by the band name, their song titles, and the bountiful breasts of guitarist Ruyter Suys, Nashville Pussy is the quintessential band of sex, drugs, and rock n’ hole (yes, I did mean hole, get over it prudes!).  They started off with “Speed Machine” which set the pace for the entire night.  Blaine Cartwright, on vocals, hooted and hollered like a sinister carnie calling in the crowds.  “Who the hell is gonna buy me a shot?” as he egged-on the crowd to supply him with more alcohol.  Shame, shame San Diegians!  You should always have a shot ready for the frontman.

Mostly playing from their latest CD From Hell to Texas, “I’m So High,” “Late Great USA,” and “It Ain’t Your Business” were a few of those new tracks that rocked the crowd.  “Come On, Come On,” “Hate and Whiskey,” and the classic “Go Motherfucker Go,” had the crowd screaming along.  But whether it’d be new or old songs, the main rush of adrenaline came from the strings of Ruyter Suys (or her knockers, depending on who you talk to).  A tear of happiness was shed for not only the return of real guitar solos but for the fact that they were punched out by a bad ass chick.  Now don’t think that this was some lame banjo plucking from Ma Kettle.  This was hard-poundin’, rough-grindin’, sweaty-lickin’, uh,…guitar playing.  But to satisfy the drooling, (Nashville) Pussy-loving, Ruyter fan standing right next to me, apparently she could walk off stage and her boobs would still be able to hit the solo.

Although they have not hit big commercial success, their live performance shows why they rule the underground circuit.  Of course, they could always try the PG-13 route and start off with a “vagina, vagina, vagina” soundbtye.  But it won’t be as effective.  Officially, I am no longer a Pussy virgin (Nashville Pussy, thank you).  The energy was intense, the experience was freakin’ amazing and after an incredible performance, I was totally spent… oh, and the show was good too.