Miss Georgia Peach Class Out The Ass

What happens when two legendary musical acts collide head on in the wilds of Kentucky... for a second round?? This is the second chapter in time that punk rocker turned country queen Miss Georgia Peach tangled with the revved-up jesters of raunch, Nashville Pussy. Inspired in equal parts by Dolly Parton and Patti Smith, Miss Georgia Peach has carved a punk rock career for herself fronting several quality acts, ranging from the Gloo Girls to the Short Fuses to Beebe Gallini, among others. With a longtime itch in her soul for straight ahead country music (with a hint of debauchery), Georgia sought out longtime pals Nashville Pussy for a possible collaboration. Knowing Georgia and her sweetly aggressive pipes, Nashville Pussy couldn’t agree more and soon rehearsals for the greatest pairing since Harley met Davidson, commenced at Pussy Manor HQ in Atlanta, GA. Furious rehearsals, pinball and home cooking led to an equally frantic van ride to Brian Pulito’s recording studio located deep within the state of Kentucky. It was a session that afforded little time for screwing around. Marshalls were cranked, tape was unspooled and Georgia and company hunkered down to business. 9 Pound Hammer bassist Mark Hendricks fell right into the proceedings along with Scott Luallen, also of 9 Pound Hammer fame, Earl Crimm, A.J. Srubas, and Heather Parrish lending their immeasurable talent as well on several numbers. With esteemed producer/ drummer/cat wrangler Travis Ramen at the helm, the guilty parties knocked out hit after hit after hit of standards and soon-to-be standards. You now hold in your sweaty mitts the distilled fruits of that labor. It’s Nashville Pussy at their most melodic and vulnerable matching musical wits with Miss Peach’s sweet, sultry snarl. The material chosen to cover mixed with fresh originals will reel you in only to toss your ass back out on the street where it most likely belongs. Crunched-out country soul never sounded like this. The deep-fried combo of Miss Georgia Peach and Nashville Pussy will deliver the one-two punch to both of your ear holes and to some of your most important internal organs. One spin and your new permanent salutation will be Class Out The Ass, Motherfucker!