Steel Pu$$y Cow

“Who’s playing tonight?”
“Pussy Cow”
“Penis cow?”

Pussy Cow

“No not, Penis Cow. Pussy Cow but I think they spell it with two dollar symbols that replace the S’s.”

“What do you think they sound like?”
“What ever the hell a Pu$$y Cow sounds like.”

The answers hits us like a punch in the mug as we walk up to the Kib’s and loud Surfer Punk tunes on crack surges past us through the open door. We had not expected the musical assault, and slowly realized, we had stepped into a new world. Our world changed and downgraded to a CBGB’s landscape. Pu$$Y cow had brought the Punk Rawk show. Joe, the stout lead stinger with a well cropped prom, cooed harsh vocals into half a mic stand, poised and ready to take eyes out with the jagged edge. Danny beat the every living life out of his drum kit. Chissum’s lips were a bright Trailer Park red. And Flaco held the set together with a smooth baseline. They could crack at any moment, and at least one, listener wondered if the band or audience would know the difference.

Pu$$Y Cow is a mix matched, usual suspects line up of social subverts. Lips stick smeared over their lips and ironic tee shirts on their chest, Pu$$y Cow is a band with a gutter sense of fashion and a breath of fresh air in the stuffy Hollywood scene. Their music is reminiscent of New England’s own Scissor Fight in a brawl with Sublime. The result is a sound that represents the many faces of Punk Rawk in a Martini Blender stuck on 11.

Zach Steel

The art to proper music, is to play your instrument at the brink of your ability and always increasing your seed. Cram as much sound into the air as you can, pretend are trying to fit two suitcases of Rock into one bag. If you can manage to test these limits with an explosion of energy and sound as if you know the rules but throw them out the window any way, then you have something special. Pu$$Y Cow dominates the stage with potty humored antics and a curt smile of a band who have something.

Though it is no surprise, Pu$$Y Cow shared the bill with, the metal man, Zack Steel in this pit of mayhem. Steel is still far under covered here on American NonFiction, yet many Hollywood locals know Steel as a local rocker who keeps the scene alive with his tasty licks and high spirits.

Currently, Zach Steel mans a one man show of rock and shows off why he is called the “’The Paul McCartney of Metal”. His set is a smooth set of metal that takes us back and diverts from the typical musical path. The result is worth listening too and a tribute to his hard work and dedication to the craft. Zack Steel plays all around the Hollywood area. Check out his myspace page to stay up to date with the rising Hollywood star that is Zack Steel.

If you want to check out Pu$$Y Cow, then the Kibitz room has you covered this month with a Wednesday night Pu$$Y Cow residency all July. Check out the wild antics of new favorite L.A. act in a intimate location. Because if you want to get intimate with a band, you should chose a band that leave you feeling violated before your cloths come off. Check out Pu$$y Cow tonight!