After issuing a trio of EPs since 2012 —
originally on old school cassettes — and a live album back in January,
the current incarnation of Cincinnati’s Old City concluded it was time
for a proper full-length release.
There can’t be too many people in Rock’s
vast audience who are scratching their heads and wondering why Nashville
Pussy isn’t a household name. For those who may be baffled by Nashville
Pussy’s lack of hot-and-cold-running-champagne success, allow me to
paraphrase James Carville: It’s the Pussy, stupid.
Cedric Burnside learned how to play the Blues at the side of his legendary grandfather, R.L. Burnside. Since then, Cedric has gone on to win
four Blues Music Awards for Best Instrumentalist: Drummer, including
this year. His current band is the Cedric Burnside Project, featuring
guitarist Trent Ayers. The duo’s latest album is Hear Me When I Say.
At first blush, United Nations is a
thrilling, adrenalized Punk band with the sonic markers that define the
genre — political lyrics that range from personal to global;
double-clutched drumming; riffs that careen wildly from oddly melodic to
lethally brutal; vocals that run the gamut from singing in a normal
register to shrieking like a panther caught in a leg trap to the
guttural growl of a Babylonian misery demon.
These days, it’s an accomplishment to find something that
lasts 25 months, let alone 25 years. And yet The Iguanas are still
making vital music and crisscrossing the country to present it in its
most elementally satisfying live fashion, a quarter century after the
band’s formation in New Orleans.
Even the Outlaw Country community
considers Billy Joe Shaver to be an outlaw. The Texas native learned to
play guitar at 11 and dropped out of school in the eighth grade to pick
cotton but returned sporadically to play sports. After a Navy hitch,
Shaver married Brenda Tindell in 1960; she divorced him six years later
when he pursued a songwriting career (they subsequently remarried,
divorced and remarried).
Somehow, it seems we’ve ripped the pages
out of 21 calendars since Braid roared out of Champaign, Ill., with a
Post Punk/Emo sound that deftly combined dissonance and melodicism,
thundering heaviness and lightning heat, stuttering time signatures and
If fame and fortune were merely
by-products of well-placed connections, Blues guitarist Patrick Sweany
would have a kidney-shaped pool filled with Dom Pérignon and he’d be
ducking the paparazzi every time he walked out the front door.