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Nashville Pussy’s Ruyter Suys was busting out all over at 3 Kings Tavern during her band’s set there Saturday. Photo by Evan Semón.

Blaine Cartwright is living in every adolescent boy’s dreamworld, playing loud and fast, kick-ass rock out in front of Nashville Pussy. He’s sandwiched almost every night between two smokin’ hot rock n’ roll sirens, Ruyter Suys and Karen Cuda (guitar and bass, respectively), and if most of his lyrics are even marginally accurate, the only thing that may keep his mind from completely blowing every time he realizes how lucky he is his constant THC intake.

Of course, that also might help him avoid that realization.

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Not that drummer Jeremy Thompson has it much worse, with the view from behind. While he’s protected from the sweaty, chaotic onslaught by his trap set, he misses out on the gyrating antics the rest of the band join in on from time to time.

Nashville Pussy were at 3 Kings Tavern last Saturday night for a one-off show (they’re starting a European tour in mid-February 00 Saturday’s was the band’s only US date in January), and they were as smokin’ hot as they always are, if not even more. They played about 90 minutes of their combination of Southern-fried rock, psychobilly and AC/DC-style arena rock in front of their “pussy posse,” or at least the Denver branch.

And that posse was packed in tightly enough that Suys’ long blond hair made contact easily with more than a few foreheads and shoulders when she swung it around. As the band tore through songs like “The Bitch Just Kicked Me Out,” “Hate and Whiskey,” “Go Motherf***er Go!” and “I’m So High (I Gotta Look Down to See the Sky),” the crowd seemed to gel into one massive pulsating orgy of hair, denim, leather, sweat and beer — almost a giant mirror image the show itself.

On either side of the stage, Suys and Cuda made a formidable pair of rock goddesses, or at least some of the hottest Cartwright bookends imaginable. Cuda — a Denver native and ex-bassist for Hemi Cuda — writhed and jerked as she worked her bass, often with an impressive tongue, and sang backup vocals, recalling a Runaways-era Joan Jette, only twice as sexy.

Meanwhile, Suys was invaded simultaneously by the guitar-god spirits of Angus Young, Gary Rossington and Pete Townsend as she fingered an SG with her name in pearl inlays running up the fretboard. It was her eyes rolling into the back of her head and the maniacal grins that confirmed the possession, though she had no trouble riding those rock n’ roll spirits into absolute submission.

Between the two Cartwright belted out lyrics that described the non-stop bar fight, stoner party, car chase and threesome (or more-some) that is the life of real rock stars in his rasping screech, and he never let up.

Cartwright and Suys are both band and life mates, and announced their 17th anniversary that night. As good a reason as any to have a raging party at 3Kings, made even more special with an adoring Pussy Posse.

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Billy Thieme is a Denver-based writer, an old-school punk and a huge follower of Denver’s vibrant local music scene. Follow Billy’s explorations at DenverThread.com, and his giglist at Gigbot.

Evan Semón is a Denver freelance photographer and regular contributor to Reverb. See more his work here.