The time has come to say goodbye as shit islands loudest, filthiest, hardest rockin motherfuckers bow out having kicked against the pricks for over a decade. They’ve always shown Zero Fucks and always done it on their own terms, be it the prolific single releases with Spasm Gang rewards, the Long Players full of promise being thrashed to death around the toilet circuit of the UK indie scene they have decided to call time and move on to pastures new but not before delivering what might just turn out to be the bands finest piece of work ever, and that’s not something I say lightly.

Having seen them live countless times and being SG member number two its fair to say I’ve been all over every single record these gents have put out on whatever format they chose and this one rages against the machine big time and if they didn’t give a single fuck on the way in they most certainly aren’t holding back on the way out. ‘We Become Nothing’ is a ten-inch EP full of rage and then some, showing the ones that followed that they can deliver every mother fucking time. From the off ‘If You Can’t Beat Us…Join Us’ is a full-bloodied, open-throttle banger from the riffage that you’ve come to expect from Ricket and Ben but the Rhythm in the engine room, holding the beast on the leash is thunderous. To his credit Von Cruz has hit his stride here delivering his finest performance one last TIME Saving the best til last it would seem – fist punching, hard rockin, beer spilling bile at its loudest best.

Turn up those speakers and let the guitars slash and hack with a wonderful riff, ‘All You Never Wanted’ is the opener turned up to eleven. Pure unadulterated fuck you punk rock with top lyrics to boot, ave it! Love the breakdown which sounds like it’s having its own breakdown as it fucks your head, fans will love this one and wonder why these boys aren’t massive. Love the wah overload of ‘Home Is Where The Hate Is’ as side one is brought to a shuddering halt but not before I almost spilt my Molotov Cocktail when Meryl Streek kicked in with the spoken words, fuckin glorious stuff and I wholeheartedly endorse every mother fuckin word of it!. Going out in a blaze of glory be fucked they’re burning down the whole house and neighbourhood with this one. Now go take five, chill, get some air and get back to that stereo for the second half.

‘Lose Those Chains’ is a slower more melodic beast with a big chorus (in Hip Priest terms) but built on a big groove. ‘Thicken My Skin’ is, of course, a banger, I love that thumping groove and the melody is carrying this fucker home. The message is right on the money with Von Cruz again delivering the goods. This only leaves ‘I Wanna Live (Like I’m Gonna Die)’ which is it folks, hold back the tears and draw breath it’s not quite a ballad but it’s probably the closest you’re going to get in Hip Priests world. With a truckload of emotion poured into the playing here it’s the one to finish the sets in November before the final fireworks are set off and the instruments are thrashed into a heaving pile of burning wood in the middle of the stage. That’s it kids the Hip Priests are done and dusted and they bow out in a spirit of defiance and middle digits aloft. God bless every stinking one of you and thanks for the memories it’s been a hell of a ride and almost every turn it’s been a pleasure and most certainly never a chore. Adios Amigos it’s been a pleasure and quite literally that all folks…See you in November. Buy It!

Buy it off the band or Ghost Highway but be quick there aren’t many left I believe.

Author: Dom Daley

So, I’m sat on the plane at Schiphol waiting to jet back to Blighty after my weekend in Helldorado, my tits are well and truly on the deck that’s for sure, then for some reason, I look inside my wallet and find one last 20 Euro note. What do I do with it? Why not get a ticket to see Nashville Pussy in Cardiff on the first night of their 5 date UK I thought? Yeah, why fucking not…

I’d last seen Nashville Pussy at Sjock Festival in Belgium back in July 2017, a day when the sun beat relentlessly down on many thousands of righteous heads and the band, whilst very good, were just a little bit too Southern for yours truly. So, what better way to redress the balance than to catch them on a freezing cold evening here in the UK playing to about a 100 or so diehards who have traveled from all over the country to witness Blaine, Ruyter, Bonnie and Ben on their seemingly never-ending road trip to promote studio album number (lucky) 7, the rather splendid ‘Pleased to Eat You’.

The Pussy must think its rather splendid too because tonight we get a total of five cuts from said opus and every one of them easily stands shoulder to shoulder with their already impressive canon of work. Highlights for me are the glamtastic ‘Go Home and Die’ where Blaine plays the role of storyteller to Coop-like proportions whilst on the menacing ‘CCKMP’ the band somehow manage to outclass Steve Earle right in his own backyard. Oh, and let’s not forget the boogie bastard that is ‘She Keeps Me Coming And I Keep Going Back’ a song that can make even the straightest gig goer want to duck walk across the dancefloor, as one or two do right here tonight.

It’s on the boogie train where the Pussy really are at home (and at their best) though as ‘Wrong Side Of A Gun’, ‘Pillbilly Blues’ and ‘I’m So High’ all prove to be some of the best AC/DC songs written in the past 20 years, whilst in ‘First I Look at The Purse’, ‘Piece Of Ass’ and the superb ‘5 Minutes to Live’ the band recently earned the honour of being dubbed the American Motorhead by Classic Rock magazine, something Blaine is very quick, and proud, to point out tonight.

Thinking back to that hot summer afternoon in Belgium this doesn’t really feel like the same band I’m watching here tonight and even the extended version of ‘Go To Hell’ is enthralling stuff plus it has to be said that guitarist Ruyter Suys really is one of the best out there playing this kind of cow-punk-abilly blues stuff she’s an engaging devil on those six strings even when she decides to rip most of them off her trusted SG during the final encore of ‘Wang Dang Sweet Poontang’, a song that perfectly sums up an evening spent in the presence of Nashville Pussy and takes the Ted Nugent influenced artwork of ‘Pleased to Eat You’ to its natural conclusion.

Granted I could have done without two drum solos and starting and ending the set with covers (they opened with AC/DC’s ‘Kicked In The Teeth’) seemed a bit unusual, as did the lack of support band tonight, but otherwise this was the perfect pick me up feelgood night of rock ‘n’ roll music played by one of the last true purveyors of the born to lose, live to win legacy something that had Tim Butcher (Lemmy’s long-term bass roadie) beaming from ear to ear along with the rest of us.

Epic stuff from an epic band and 20 Euros very well spent indeed.

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Author: Johnny Hayward