If all you carried away from The Hussy’s new ear blistererÂ was “I don’t care”, I don’t think that’s a bad thing. Â EZ/PZÂ graduated from the school of Chuck Berry, burned the diploma, raided the dean’s office for loose change and boughtÂ some Camels and Mickey’s Big-Mouths with their spoils. Â If Radio Birdman had fronted their guitar onslaught with a ferocious femme off the street, you’d have something that smells like The Hussy.
It’s rock an roll and it’s hungry for your money. Â Pay the $6 or Keef will cry more Skittle tears. Â You’ve been warned.
LIKE THE SUN THAT RISES, LIKE THE COCK THAT CROWS, LIKE THE INEVIATABLE HANGOVER AFTER LAST NIGHT'S BLACKOUT, THE HUSSY HAVE GRACED THE PUBLIC WITH ANOTHER RAVAGING SINGLE ON WINDIAN RECORDS. AS SARTRE ONCE SHARED, "FOR AN OCCURENCE TO BECOME AN ADVENTURE, IT IS NECESSARY AND SUFFICIENT FOR ONE TO RECOUNT IT": FORTUNATELY FOR YOU, KIND LISTENER, THERE'S NO QUESTION YOU WILL BE WEARING OUT THE GROOVES ON THESE RAGERS.
THE A SIDE CONSISTS OF "EZ/PZ", A HYPNOTIC FOUR-ON-THE-FLOOR FUZZER THAT DOESN'T LET GO UNTIL THE END, WHILE THE B-SIDES "HEY JUDE (PTS 2 & 3)" STARTS OUT SCREAMING BUT TURNS HARD LEFT ONTO THE MOTORWAY TO ROSWELL HALF-WAY THROUGH.
HEATHER'S VOCALS SHINE BRIGHTER THAN EVER ON THIS SINGLE, AND BOBBY'S PRODUCTION MAKES IT DIFFICULT TO TELL WHETHER THE FRENETIC DRUMMING, BEEFCAKE GUITARS, OR SCREECHINGLY CONFIDENT VOCALS WILL BE YOUR FAVORITE.
7" COMES HOUSED IN A CARDSTOCK FOLDER WITH ART BY THE FABULOUS CM RUIZ.
- Maybe Buy
- Not My Style
- Too Expensive