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June 2017 - p.34
The Seattle band are a revelation, if not quite
a revolution. That name suggests a near-
novelty bunch of comedic pasticheurs, and
there are references in their Airwaves brochure
write-up to Madonna and Prince so I was
expecting something pseudo-funky. But this is
not that at all. An all-female outfit, the parts of
their bodies not covered by tattoos are clothed
in, variously, sparkly hot pants, tassly blouses,
silver vests, black spandex pants and patent
leather thigh- high boots. They resemble a glam
Runaways, forgotten early-70s band Fanny, or
the Lemon Twigs’ slightly older sisters. The
music, though, isn’t glitter rock; they just have
some of the fashion trappings – you can picture
them hanging out, during the post-Woodstock
doldrums, at a US rock festival circa 1972, as
Not only will Thunderpussy
make you question your life
choices, they will teach you life lessons like, "A
hard man is good to find," and "Booty is in the
eye of the beholder." They may be rock’n’roll's
new diamond in the muff, but they’re not selling
sex like a Tinder commercial, they are literally
whipping you with it, like 80’s Madonna, or dry
humping you like a tranced-out Prince.
Powerful, sultry vocals tear at your chest while
guitar riffs tower over you like a leather clad
dominatrix... Salty tears stream down your
cheeks in a pleasureful pain as the bass and
drums lock in tight to move you, groove you,
and wash over you in a hot sweaty bath of
sweet, sweet, blues-rock soul...
Welcome to Club Pussy.
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THUNDERPUSSY
