Take a Joyride with Black Pussy

I’ve often wished I could have been alive to see rock and roll in its’ early stages before there was anything commercial about it. When it was grittier, yet somehow through the dirt and grit it processed a quality that was more honest and pure in its execution. Lucky for me there’s a band like Black Pussy in my city.

Running with a name inspired by what was rumored to be the original title of the Stone’s song, “Brown Sugar,” Black Pussy channels the souls of  rock’s dirtiest and most transparent era through their amplifiers to deliver it to a generation that was never able to experience it. Distorted guitars layered on top of thundering drums and driving bass lines give you the invigorating sensation of peeling out on the highway in your first car, while the dueling vocals of Dustin Hill and Madeline Mahrie are yelling at you to gun it from the backseat.  

The first time I saw them I was talking with a friend after the show and his description’s stuck with me, “It was like they brought the long dormant carnal instincts of everyone in the crowd to the surface, half the fun was seeing the crowd lose their shit.” Their performance appeals to your visceral side, inspiring you to drop your inhibitions and rock the fuck out like you’re seeing Hendrix at Woodstock in 1969. If that sounds like the kind of thing you’d like to see for yourself then you’re in luck, the band’s playing two shows this weekend to celebrate the release of their first full length album, “On Blonde.” You can catch them for free at Music Millennium at 6pm Friday night or you catch them in full force at their home venue, Ash Street Saloon Saturday night at 9pm. Need to blow some steam off? Black Pussy’s the band to do it with.