Jones-in for The Dirty Johnsons – Pussycat Scratch Fever down the Dublin Castle – 11 March 10
- Heckle: Play something good! Jeckyl: No….
“Baby, you don’t look at me the same way anymore …..Maybe it’s because your eyeball’s come out of its socket….. and it’s rollin on the floor” – Zombie Nightmare
Still got plenty o time 2 get in yo kitty car & drive away, unless you can fight better than you can drive
She’s just a wispy slip of a pussywhip, afraid of the dark, but dancing in it, like it’s her last refuge – flinching from the collective strobe of fanatic flash like a cat who glided into a hot water wiggle. Pussycat Johnson dodges her ever-watchful-through-the-lense spectators, and stakes her claim at stage’s edge, looming over us sky high in her hometown platforms, painted on rubber suit and hair shellacked high – frozen at the moment she broke the sound barrier in Russ Meyer’s car during a desert drive-by. It’s only by coincidence her hairdo looks like engorged and erect kitty ears. It was just a freak accident when her outstretched fingers cauterised to claw during the driving rhythm. She dares us to take the leap with her but doesn’t wait a single second for us. Faster Pussycat, KILL! KILL!!
Was that "Welcome to the pussyfoot jungle?" or "Made in Basingstoke" I saw tattooed on her shiny vinyl tail?
“I’m your Hammer horror, …. I’m a real cruel woman, you’re in real hot water” – Boogie Woman
When Jake (Psychobilly guitarist deluxe) & Ant Johnson (drummer de-Sade) are nearly spent b/w numbers, Pussycat still purrs out an extended lo-smoldering pussycat rant, lisping about herself – Pussycat – in 3rd feline Basingstoke lilt. The ‘burbs are back! Jake & Ant’s unforgiving rhythms and merciless cock-a-billy rev spark up her non-stop monologue and welcome us to her world. Once she was a little kid who stood in the corner, with her little whiskers grazing the chalkboard, for saying the right thing at the wrong time – “Some guy put his balls on my head once” – now Pussycat lets rip an ancient, feral, helium howl in defense of the archetypical villainess; trapped behind the fetish-shop mask she glued on to her face (for real). Oh the triumph of the under-cat. Use her up if you think you can.
If Poison Ivy, Fur Dixon or Wanda Jackson fronted The Cramps
“It ain’t music, just makin noise….. I don’t wanna if I gotta look like boys….. & oh those boys, oh shoot, they look like girls….. I don’t wanna ride what they’re tryin to sell….. DON’T WANNA GO TO THE SHOW ….. DON’T WANNA KNOW …. RA RAAAAAAA” – To the Show
Well I do! They’re playin again at the Haiti Benefit Party 26 March The Grosvenor, 17 Sidney road Stockwell SW9 0TP £3
Pussycat and the Dirty Johnsons + Kodek + Midiot + Active Slaughter + Killerbomb + Rude Mechanicals + Lord Muck + Anarchistwood + The Bailiff + Tokie
