Tag: Nashville

Take that thick, moonshine-soaked, screaming guitar work, along with inherent lyrics about living and driving (just like the Duke boys) between the still and the roadhouse in your tricked out Charger, or in your pick-up — complete with confederate flag and gun rack — and add a healthy dose of Cramps-style psychobilly and AC/DC-style metal and screaming — and you come close to what Nashville Pussy serves up on stage every night.