Nashville Pussy with Don Jamieson, and The Vulgar Deli – Live at Petit Campus – September  27th, 2019 – Montreal, QC

I went to the washroom upon arriving at the heavily populated, sweat chamber that was Petit Campus on Friday night, September 27th. As I was looking out for number one, a man walked into the washroom, hawked his phlegm into the urinal next to me then proceeded to blast ass in the bathroom stall. There was a delightful group of individuals present that night.

People of all (many) legal ages showed up early to secure a spot in the venue in anticipation of the night’s main event. A man who closely resembled Bam Margera’s father was also there. But before the Nashville vaginas and cocks hit the stage, two preceding acts would warm it up – starting with The Vulgar Deli.

The Vulgar Deli

The VD projected a very 70s punk rock, notorious, we-give-no-farts-about-your-feelings, kind of attitude, especially frontman Uncle Costa “Screaming Greek” Tabarnakis. Although possibly a very kind and friendly gentleman in person, his demeanor on stage is quite vile, crude and careless. Downing bottles of beer on stage while screaming and screeching into the microphone, Tabarnakis made sure that the raw and rebellious mood was set for the evening. Their sound was heavy, fast, loud and ferocious. Although the audience members cheered and rooted for them, The Vulgar Deli put on the type of performance that should have gotten the crowd more riled up into smashing each other around in moshing-type activities, but, surprisingly, the members of the audience weren’t as physically receptive as I thought they’d be. In any event, if you missed their set or were present but were lame and didn’t initiate moshing-type activities, The VD will be holding a live video shoot this Saturday, October 5th, at Barfly for their song with the very charming title “Fuck Yourself.” In addition to this and Uncle Costa’s birthday celebration on the same evening, The Vulgar Deli has an upcoming album entitled – you guessed it – “Smell The Fuck.”

Don Jamieson

Comedy at a hard rock, southern metal show? It’s got to be a bit daunting to perform stand-up comedy in-between sets at a metal show, breaking up the musical flow and energy while trying to make a room full of raunchy metalheads laugh. Don Jamieson definitely succeeded in getting a rise and reaction out of the crowd. Although there were positive outbursts from the audience, it wasn’t always pretty or cringeless. Cracking jokes about how craft beer is the fertilizer for man-buns and desiring warts like those on Lemmy Kilmister’s face so long as they weren’t on his dong, were pretty funny for some, but received a few disgruntled looks from others. He pushed the boundaries, and you would expect that a room full of smelly, leather-bearing metalheads would be less offended by his jabs against the metal community, but apparently there were some pretty loyal fans there that night. After Nashville Pussy members came on stage and lightened the mood with a sparkling, Happy Birthday pizza for Jamieson, the controversial comedian resumed his bit and proceeded to tell an anecdote about how a Queen tribute band’s frontman was such a convincing Freddie Mercury that he blew Jamieson after their set. This ‘gag’ didn’t get the liveliest response, but the people seemed to warm up to him as he told stories about experiences with other popular artists and encouraged the crowd to embrace and express their love for metal music.

Rawnchy, rawk, Rawbert… however, you spell those things, “raw” is the predominant sound like it was Friday night at Petit Campus when Nashville Pussy headlined. Breaking out of Isaac Hayes “Theme From Shaft,” and charging into “Pussy Time,” the crowd finally came to life. With the sea (or pond, rather) of fists in the air, black leather spread throughout the micro-venue and loads of filthy obscenities, I was relieved to have not worn my plaid shirt and cowboy hat, for it was not that kind of southern rock show. Although their song titles and, well, band name, could be perceived as comical, these boys and girls produce seriously heavy-hitting music and performances. Frontman Blaine Cartwright’s heavily raspy vocals pierced ears while his wife, Ruyter Suys’, shredding guitar skills complemented his vocal force – how romantic. The female backing vocals truly added a sweetener to the badass bitterness that is Nashville Pussy’s music. They’re a little bit like a Heart meets Fleetwood Mac that gets corrupted by the harsh forces of Danko Jones, while preserving those pure southern rock impurities. The ladies provided charm while Cartwright emitted gruesome charisma. The sound was heavy and crisp, and the entertainment was constant. Barely ever stopping the flow of songs, NP busted out an arsenal of tracks including “We Want A War,” “Go Home And Die,” “She Keeps Me Coming,” and although there wasn’t much dancing from the crowd, they still knew the words to the songs and clearly enjoyed singing the chorus to “Go To Hell.” Beer was spat out onto the crowd, and Suys ended their set by ripping off her guitar strings. I don’t often believe artists when they exclaim Montreal as being their favourite city in the world, but I for some reason believed Nashville Pussy.

Written by Keenan Kerr
Photography by Nicolas Racine
*edited by Danielle Kenedy


About Keenan Kerr 72 Articles
At a young age, Keenan Kerr was corrupted by kick-ass and heavy-hitting rock bands like Guns N’ Roses and Black Sabbath. His first attended concert was at 11 years old and it was to see his idol Ozzy Osbourne. This caused a few issues with the mother of young Keenan’s best friend (who was a real mama’s boy) who refused to let the boys continue hanging out together. Keenan started playing guitar at 14 and picked up a few other instruments along the way. For years, he focused on playing and writing mostly hard rock music until his inner 8 year old rediscovered his love for deliciously cheesy pop music. In fact, Keenan recently started playing in a cheesy pop band which has few details he can share about it at the moment, so to be continued...

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