THUNDERPUSSY – ” Welcome To The Disco/Fever “

Posted: June 5, 2018 in ALBUMS, MUSIC
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This is one of the few Seattle groups that I could see making it far. They are a legitimate rock band that will always leave you wanting more seventies-tinged, danceable, fuzzed-out and driving tunes quickly dismiss the notion that these gals are just goofing off. They’re definitely not.

The ladies of ThunderpussyMolly Sides [vocals], Whitney Petty [guitar], Leah Julius [bass], and Ruby Dunphy [drums] – are not subtle in their approach. They’re here to rock and chew gum. And it looks like they’re all out of chewing gum.

Looking and sounding like they just stepped out on to Sunset Blvd in the late 80s as opposed to Seattle in 2018, these ladies should not be taken lightly. I heard someone dismiss them as a gimmick or shtick act down at SXSW. After thoroughly enjoying their set on the opening night of SXSW, I was offended by that. I cannot stress this enough. These ladies are legit and wicked good musicians. If you’re still left with any doubt, check out this cover of Fleetwood Mac’s The Chain.

The album mixes in some flat-out rockers like Speed Queen, Velvet Noose, Fever and the title track and namesake of the band that will get your blood pumping. They mix in some solid mid-tempo stuff and lower tunes like – Torpedo Love, The Cloud and Utero Tango – to give you a chance to catch your breath.

This album has only grown that appreciation. These ladies are special musicians and I’m happy to be along for the ride.

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 Carl’s Jr. commercial– They are literally whipping you with it, like 80’s Madonna, or dry humping you you like a tranced-out Prince. Poweful, sultry vocals tear at your chest while guitar riffs tower over you like a leather clad dominatrix… Salty tears to 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.


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