BEST
POSTHUMOUS LIVE ALBUM
Live
Harry Pussy
Few local bands were ever more misunderstood, or more hated in certain
quarters, than Harry Pussy, whose squalling feedback-drenched performances managed
to clear rooms across Miami for a memorable chunk of the mid-Nineties. The more
this no-wave trio was feted elsewhere -- saluted onstage by Nirvana's Kurt
Cobain, spotlighted by Sonic Youth's Thurston Moore during his guest-VJ slot on
MTV -- the more South Floridians scratched their heads and passed the Tylenol.
Which may have been apropos. As the band attacked its instruments during
(interminable for some) fifteen-minute sets, the message often seemed to be:
"We suffered for our art; now it's your turn!" Harry Pussy launched
its final sonic assault in May 1997 at Churchill's. That parting shot has been
enshrined in its entirety on this posthumously released live album. Aside from
capturing the outfit in all its shrieking glory, the record also serves as a
welcome reminder that not everybody's creative response to our burg's fabled
sun and surf is "Don't worry. Be happy."
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