Well this one nearly snuck under the radar, I only realised the Johnsons had a new one out because I happened to be standing next to the merch stall at a gig last week – a timely reminder to make sure you get your arses out there and see bands, not everything happens on the Internet you know (he says posting reviews on said Internet… yeah, I know).
With the departure of their bass player last year, there has been a been a bit of a dynamic shift, seeing this record give off a bit more of a garage rock sound, by necessity. There is however the notable exception of some guest double bass from Phil Polecat on a few tracks – perhaps an obvious progression for a band with so many rockabilly cues, but nevertheless one that works well, and that they could do worse than take further.
All the classic Pussycat trademarks are here in spades – big fuzzy guitars, plenty of attitude (Get Outta My Face), b-movie horror (Burying The Bodies) and a great sense of fun (Livin’ With Mum And Dad), whilst remaining good for a boogie throughout. Plus there’s that unique, almost bubblegum, quality to Puss Johnson’s voice… sometimes you could almost believe she was part cat, part rock n roll singer. Maybe she really does have feline blood?
