Besides being able to admirably pack 3 profanities/innuendos into the band name and song title, Pussy Galore is also able to pack in a ton of energy, grit, and noise into “Dick Johnson”.
They seem to fit perfectly on the evolution of The New York Dolls and The Exploding Hearts, nestling right in between them wrapped in long hair and that D.C. intensity.
It sounds like a dive bar drenched in blood, sweat, and beer.
Something like a place I’d like to be.
Thanks for listening,
Will