Tag: Faster Pussycat
It´s finally out!
by Stuff on Aug.29, 2011, under Stuff blogs
That’s pretty much how I feel now. We’ve been workin’ our asses to the bone to say at least and we’ve been scraped on all our money and savings to get it out. But the feeling now, is somehow wonderful mixed with emptiness.
This weekend that went by we had the release-party at Mejeriet and it was a pleasure to meet all our fans and friends. We are truly blessed, to have such nice friends. And it was a pleasure to showcase all the new songs, and it was kinda cool to showcase some of our older songs and songs from other artists that has set their marks into our soul in an acoustic set. I hope you enjoyed it, I was kinda nervous to play an acoustic set, cause it’s so far from what we use to play.
Here’s a song from the acoustic set. (filmed by Jerry Giertz) House Of Pain from Faster Pussycat
Yours Truly! / Stuff
Faster Pussycat
by Maniac on Oct.22, 2009, under Maniacisms and Poetry, Rock'n'roll stuff
I’ve been beatin’ around the bush for some time now with two important things in my life.
First: Faster Pussycats CD from 2006 “The Power And The Glory Hole”. I don’t fancy the techno approach these guys, fronted by Taime Down, have taken to their music. I loved the rawness and the energy that filled their first album and of course I loved “Wake me when it’s over” After that it seemed that every good rocking band had to try and reinvent rock n roll. And maybe that is something to be grateful for, but it doesn’t kick any ass. It just no good. Boring songs and no energy. It sounds a lot like the crap Tim Skold from swedish band Shotgun Messiah made ten years ago before he joined and got kicked out of Marilyn Manson. Manson at least have the magic fingers to put some energy into his music, while these copycats just fail. Now Faster Pussycat releases yet another album. I don’t know if I will even give it a chance. It’s called “Front Row For The Donkey Show” – If you do listen, please drop a line and tell me what you think.
Second: Nikki Sixx had a really sad 1987. It was the same year I got “Girls, girls, girls” and forced my kid sister to take pictures of me holding that album, an empty bottle of Jack Daniels and a bouquet of roses with my hair teased up to the moon. If I had known how far off into the darkness he had slipped with his heroine addiction it would have scared the shit right out my ass. Very interesting read, this book of his “The Heroine diaries” (or is it “the Heroine diarrheas”). So all you kids out there, read it and then
