DECEMBER 8th 2015
10 YEARS OF PUSSY TOUR

Review by Lana Muirhead
Photos by Peter Ruttan

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If you were one of those who showed up to the Rickshaw on December 8th for Nashville Pussy, not only would you would have gotten a blindingly great show,but you would have missed a wild up and coming opener. For those of you there: you know what I mean.

Self-proclaimed “fluffer band” In The Whale didn’t look like much when skinny little guitarist and lead vocalist Nate Valdez and Fresh Prince of Bel-Air-type Eric Riley (drums, backing vocals) took to the stage, but was I ever wrong.  The Denver-based two-piece was so full of energy and comedy that had I taken a drink of them they would have given me wings. Although they only got started in 2011, the band has been relentlessly working to make their name the one on everyone’s lips. They’ve toured with bands such as Slash, Agent Orange, Jane’s Addiction, and Airborne Toxic Event to name a few. And this night they were rubbing one out on the crowd before Nashville Pussy.

In The Whale was a deranged mix of punk-like rock with a dash of metal and a peppering of rockabilly. The duo had a great range of songs and the lungs on Riley for the throaty metal-injection screams were a pleasant surprise. Both dudes played the shit out of their instruments, not leaving any musical stone unturned. Valdez bounced around the stage and egged Riley on while Riley joked and crushed beers (and played the drums, of course!)  The dynamo has fused garage rock band with bluesy-alty influences and a clear mandate to rock the fuck out. On an album, they’ll sound much like The White Stripes D.O.A. and Theory of a Deadman having a fist fight, but live:they’re undeniably rock’n’roll.

Shortly after In The Whale’s set, Nashville Pussy got to blowing the minds of the crowd.  With hardly a sashay of their big musical dicks, Blaine Cartwright (lead vocals, guitar), Ruyter Suys (guitar), Bonnie Buitrago (bass) and Jeremy Thompson (drums) serve it up cold and hard from start to finish of their performance. A good sampling of their newest studio album “Up The Dosage” was handed out, played to perfection. Spittoons of ZZ Top, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Motorhead, and Johnny Cash influences could be heard in the guitar riffs, the rhythm lines, and the grainy vocals.  Rightly tinged with the best parts of the south (including whiskey, drinking out of a hat, and good ole fashioned cussing) Nashville Pussy reminded us all that it was ok to be wrong in just the right doses. There are no words to describe the relentless powerhouses that were Suys and Buitrago. Proving that girls can rock just as hard or harder on stage, both owned their instruments like men proudly own their appendages.  The hair was flying, the fingers were flaming and the room was rocking. Thompson made it look like child’s play as he banged away on his kit, matching the strings in both speed and precision. Cartwright played the musical villain well, spewing his whiskey-voiced lyrics just as vulgar as they were written, and tossing the mic in tandem with his bootheels.

The cowpunk southern rock group is like a rockabilly version of Steel Panther with over-the-top crudeness to their lyrics and raunchy instrumentals. How they haven’t received the notoriety that some of their counterparts have is a mystery but there is no denying the talent and hardcore mentality of Nashville Pussy’s members. Suys didn’t even stop when she broke two strings on her guitar and was straddled down on the stage floor by Buitrago who slung her bass behind her head while she kept the trail blazing. If Nashville Pussy is kind enough to serve Vancouver up with another round of debauchery, you say “Yes Please!” and beg for a chaser.