Report: Rev. Horton Heat/Nashville Pussy Live in Portland

 

 

August 27 at the Wonder Ballroom in Portland, Ore.,
it was a Revved-up white trash party par excellence.

 

By Tim Hinely

Atlanta’s Nashville Pussy may have their legion
of fans but I’m not one of them. The core of the band is vocalist/guitarist
Blaine Cartwright and his guitar playing wife Ruyter Suys (she of the
frizzed-out, kinky hair and plenty o’ cleavage). These two 6-string sleazes set
the tone of the set while grinding out an unsavory brew of Motorhead, AC/DC,
Ted Nugent and Motley Crue. Tonight, though, it translated into a melding of
burned-out riffage, tired rhythms and boring stoner rock clichés masquerading
as lyrics (several of the songs had the words “high” and “drunk” in them). Oh,
and the female bassist, Karen Cuda, has a
lot
of tattoos. Yawn.

 

 

Now the Rev has his legion
of fans, but those folks have better taste than N.P. fans and yeah, they do
genuflect at his sideburn-wearin’ altar – Reverend Horton Heat and his crew
deserve it. They’ve been at it for over two decades (bassist Jimbo Wallace has
been there since nearly the beginning, 1989) and on this crisp Saturday night
they did not disappoint. They opened with a batch of tunes off of the first two
records including set opener “Marijuana” as well as “Nurture My Pig” (a Locos
Gringos cover), “Baddest of the Bad,” “Baby I’m Drunk” (off of 1998’s Space Heater) “Big Blue Car” and plenty
more.  After they finished their chronological set list, playing
songs from every album, they threw in “Run Rudolph Run” from their
Christmas album for good measure. After that, he started taking requests from
the audience, playing a wicked version of “Loaded Gun,” the ever popular
“Wiggle Stick” and finishing with “Psychobilly Freakout.”  Then, they encored with “Bales of Cocaine.”

 

 

The guy (heck,
all 3 of them) is a real entertainer and a true showman, a heady mix of Vegas
barker, rabble rousing auctioneer and, yes, the sleazy preacher who will have
you believing every word he utters within minutes. Next time Rev and his crew
come to your town bring a date (like I did) and get yourself all gussied up
right (though no Nudie suit for Rev this time). You’ll feel better about
yourself. Oh, and he did say he’ll
be back here for New Year’s Eve. Better start working on your pompadour now,
Greaso.

 

 

 

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