A voice from the depths — it sounds a bit like Andre Williams and may even be him — offers the convocation to the new album by Nashville Pussy: "If a record company won’t let you sing about pussy, they ain’t your record company!" Which probably explains why this is the pottymouthed, Grammy-nominated rednecks’ third label in as many albums. (Not to mention why this is their third female bass player in as many albums.) Certainly no label can accuse singer/guitarist Blaine Cartwright of delivering anything other than what he’s always promised: a serviceable approximation of AC/DC, the Pagans, Ted Nugent, the Saints, and Lynyrd Skynyrd dressed up as white-trash T&A. That he’s twice been shown the door for his efforts has become the crux of a persona cadged from television sit-coms: the lovable if irascible scamp who promises bad behavior, delivers, and then, in response to the horrified stares that then greet him, offers wounded indignation.

On Nasty’s finest track, "The Bitch Just Kicked Me Out," his paramour finds him flagrante delicto with her mother. "Well maybe she does things you don’t do!" he growls. "Can’t you see/How much I love your family?/Now you wanna go and take it away from me?" Cartwright’s musical formula hasn’t changed much — this time around, the theme is shorter songs with longer titles (see "Gonna Hitchhike Down to Cincinnati and Kick the Shit Outta Your Drunk Daddy"). But his punch lines are getting funnier, or at least sillier, as in "Jack Shack," a song about getting ripped on speed, visiting a coin-op porn booth, and, in his phrase, "taking matters into my own hand" — just as the band drop in a quick quote from Mötley Crüe’s "Too Fast for Love."