“Well, here’s my band name – do your worst motherfucker”
Partially bred by first-rate social media recommendations, Syracuse’s PERFECT PUSSY have obliterated the norm with a chaotic rehashing of noise rock. It comes in the form of a cassette tape, spews intense imagery, and since April 2013, has done a bang-up job of beating narratives back into alternative music that doesn’t feel contrived or like a compacted mess. As singer Meredith Graves explained to both Noisey and Pitchfork, the band’s four-track demo gets its fuel from “happy revelations about incendiary events” which ultimately features the 26-year-old confronting betrayal and break-ups with a chainsaw and a need for solace. In plain view, it isn’t exactly sweet or sugar-coated (“I’ll die a thousand times to prove that I’m living/ I’ll kiss myself to prove that I’m not afraid of snakes”) but the rest of Perfect Pussy contort it with a chemistry that places multiple flashbangs next to your heart.
That rare quality comes from the band’s experience: Graves once fronted Shoppers; bassist Greg Ambler dabbles in hardcore with SoreXcuse; synth guy Shaun Sutkus has a solo noise project called Pretengineer; and guitarist Ray McAndrew and drummer Garrett Koloski do blown-out fuzz rock with SSWAMPZZ. Together, they blast honesty at a frequency powerviolence bands are afraid to capture even though there’s shards of Japandroids, Drunkdriver, and Fucked Up flying around like rusty shrapnel. Having reignited CMJ and everyone’s passion for indie music, it’s only a matter of time before Perfect Pussy’s debut album lets them open up to thousands rather than hundreds.
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Stream Perfect Pussy’s debut EP on Bandcamp and take a peek at some of their live performances below