Wussy | Rock, Pop, Etc | Chicago Reader
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When: Sat., May 30, 10 p.m. 2009
The first time I listened to Wussy’s new self-titled album, released by Shake It Records, I kept thinking about how it seemed stuck in the mid-90s, when coleader Chuck Cleaver landed a short-lived major-label deal with his great old band the Ass Ponys—Wussy’s music has the droning, ringing, twanging guitars and endearing clunkiness that practically defined the indie rock of that era. But a few extra spins convinced me that Wussy’s shambling tunes are more than strong enough, particularly in their lyrics, to transcend their dated sound. Cleaver and coleader Lisa Walker—a couple in real life—both sing and play guitar, delivering cranky, melodic songs that sketch the contours of a hobbled relationship by jumping from one bruising episode to another. In “Gone Missing” Walker sets the tone, singing, “When they threw us to the dogs, you were at my throat / It’s funny what you do to get my goat / Well, honey, you’re the pain and the antidote.” The whole album is so stingingly poignant it makes me wince. —Peter Margasak


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