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Nashville P*ssy deserve credit for unabashedly glorying in their hick background and turning poverty and white trash culture into a badge of honor. It's no act either -- half the band members were homeless before they decided to start gigging. Their noisy rebel yells strike a common chord with Grunge rockers, Southern Rock good ol' boys and metalheads alike. The band's legendary over-the-top live shows soon earned them an underground following (the ranks of which are still swelling as the band's word-of-mouth notoriety continues to spread). Sure, much of the buzz concerns the scantily clad, fire-breathing front ladies and the band's fatback-flavored shtick, but fans of high-test raunch rock will know that Nashville P*ssy are the real McCoy. They're camp to the rotten core, but they also know how to deliver raucous Punk blasts with grooves so inescapably deep, a monster truck couldn't get out of them. You'll recognize this band by the trail of pork rinds and bourbon bottles they leave behind, not to mention your ringing ears and the inexplicable "stars and bars" tattoo on your arm (that's a Confederate flag, for all you damn Yankees).
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