And then there's the whole faux-surname, band/gang aesthetic of The Ramones, unless by some wild what-the-fuckery their names really are Bobby Hussy and Heather Hussy. (His could be; hers was apparently Sawyer when they began in 2008. Married bandmates, too? No confirmation of that so far).
On the musical end, things get a little fuzzier, not to mention more lysergic, for The Hussy
The Hussy's songs rarely barrel past the two-minute mark and they often end with the breathtaking finality of the police pulling the plug on a loud-in-the-next-county block party. One minute the Hussy is thundering like the bastard twin of The Stooges and The Nomads and the next it bops around like The B-52s if they'd envisioned "Rock Lobster" as a brutal, lo-fi Punk manifesto.
The Hussy's blistering studio intensity is outpaced only by its raw, visceral live approach. If you're not a fan going into The Hussy show, you'll be sporting their cauterized brand when they carry you out.
THE HUSSY plays Monday, June 24 at The Chameleon in Northside.