Through songs off the new album “From Hell to Texas” like “Why, Why, Why,” “Late Great USA,” “Ain’t Your Business” and “Drunk Drivin’ Man,” or older classics like “I’m So High (I Gotta Look Down the See the Sky),” they put on a solid show, complete with tongues flailing from frantic mouths, to provocative posturing while playing perfect, searing leads. They played a good 80 minutes, and never once showed any indication that they were anything but consummate rockers. Which is not to say that the band didn’t put on a solid set.
Last night was the last stop on the band’s current tour, and they could almost feel Cartwright’s anxious yearning to get back home. The crowd that was there, though, were treated to a solid, metal meets hard rock - fried in the South, of course - meets AC/DC concoction that threatened to explode, and bring the stage with it. Fronting the usually popular, well-attended Nashville Pussy last night at the Marquis Theater, Cartwright and his uber-sexy teen dream (Katie Perry be damned) guitar goddess wife just didn’t seem to be able to fully engage the small audience that was there, let alone attract enough to fill up the empty two-thirds of the Marquis’ space last night. It appears that even Blaine Cartwright, seminal rock savant in redneck metal clothes and Bon Scott-meets-Molly-Hatchet screeching, has trouble drawing a crowd on a Sunday night. Digital Replica Edition Home Page Close Menu
