Pussycat And The Dirty Johnsons - ‘Dirty Rock N Roll’ (Death Or Glory Records) Print E-mail
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Written by Martin Haslam   
Monday, 19 December 2016 05:00

Pussycat And The Dirty Johnsons artworkAn oft asked question from non-music obsessed friends (?!) is “where did you find out about this lot, then?”. That’s one of the joys of t’internet: you get to see who’s playing on the same bill, who your favourite bands like. So, I watched a live clip of Pussycat And The Dirty Johnsons that was shared by The Featherz (thanks, Danie Cox), and that was all it took. I was hooked.


My meagre funds were immediately splashed out on the limited edition red and black vinyl, alongside a CD of their previous album, ‘Exercise Your Demons’. I was not disappointed. A new favourite band. The eponymous Puss Johnson is a genuine force of nature; vocally part-Annabella Lwin, part-Lene Lovich, but with her own twist. She stalks the audience, swinging her tail, jumping off tables, whilst ably assisted by guitarist Dirty Jake and drummer Filthy Antz.


Musically, there’s elements of The Cramps, rockabilly, foot-stomping glam and some heavier, feral moments as well. ‘Burying The Bodies’ has an angular sound similar to early Ants, dark and brooding. “You better mind your business, or you’ll be joining them soon”. ‘Hell Bent’ wrong foots by starting with a Zeppelin riff, before dirtying it up in their own style.


‘Livin’ With Mum And Dad’ is almost a pop song, complete with some honest lyrics; “let’s hang out in the driveway ‘til the neighbours complain”. ‘Get Outta My Face’ is the best song that The Cramps never wrote, complete with solo. Bang on! ‘She Don’t’ whacks up the volume and gets the head nodding. ‘Mirtazapine’ is an ode to the hazards of said medication; “I’m dead in the head”.    



Side B starts with ‘Why Do You Hate Me?’, entering Stooges territory akin to ‘Metallic K.O’, while ‘Dirty Li’l Dog’ is a slice of hip-shaking glam that keeps a wary eye on the lounge lizard, with guest double bass by Phil Polecat. ‘Sort Yourself Out’ reminds me of Goldblade, and ‘Souvenir’ is a dark, acerbic blow to the head. I’m guessing all these are made for playing live; I intend to find out as soon as possible. ‘Hideous’ ends the album with addictive jungle beats, waving the freak flag for living your own life, your own way. While Puss has an impressive scream on her, it’s the power and clarity of her voice that lifts the songs throughout.


So, if you like a bit of dirty, rock n roll, I strongly suggest you treat yourself to the spattered, red n black vinyl before it runs out.