Corey Parks, Nashville Pussy
On Our Backs has a photo spread and playmate questionnaire-style interview with Corey Parks, ex-bassist for Nashville Pussy. Followup surfing led me to the All Music Guide's very entertaining review of Nashville Pussy's first record, Let Them Eat Pussy.
As everyone knows, the alternative era loosened society's taboos, forcing new bands to go even further then their predecessors. That's where Nashville Pussy comes in. Nastier than the Rev. Horton Heat in every sense, from their sex-drenched lyrics to their fire-breathing live shows, Nashville Pussy became a minor media sensation in early 1998, partially because there hadn't been a new psychobilly band in five years and partially because rock journalists just get off on writing the word "pussy." Nashville Pussy was smart enough to exploit the segment of the indie-rock audience that's sexually frustrated and perpetually horny — the kind of guy who doesn't want to buy a copy of High Society, but is more than willing to put their hard-earned money down on a record entitled Let Them Eat Pussy that sports a cover photo of two trashy chicks shoving two guys' heads into their crotches.
