How to Git Pussy by Reusable Tampons: A Raw, Unfiltered Ride
Alright, let’s get this straight—How to Git Pussy by Reusable Tampons ain’t your grandma’s playlist. This album hits like a slap in the face, but one of those slaps that makes you laugh because it caught you off guard. It’s messy, loud, and unapologetically weird. And honestly? That’s what makes it stick.
First up, track three—“Sloppy Seconds.” Oh man, this song is an absolute banger. The bassline rumbles like a Harley with a busted muffler, and the vocals sound like they were recorded in someone’s shower at 3 AM after too many beers. But damn if it doesn’t work. There’s something about the way the singer screams “I don’t care!” over and over again that just sticks in your brain. Like, yeah dude, we believe you. You really don’t care. But somehow, that raw energy grabs hold of you and doesn’t let go. It’s chaotic as hell, but isn’t that the point?
Then there’s “PMS Anthem,” which might as well be the theme song for every bad mood I’ve ever had. The guitar riff alone sounds like someone stomping on a cat while tuning their instrument (not actually, chill out, PETA). Yet, it’s got this groove that forces your head to nod along even when you’re trying not to. The lyrics are hilariously cringey, like “blood everywhere / who gives a damn?” I mean, come on, who writes this stuff? But weirdly enough, it works. By the time the chorus kicks in, you’re shouting along like a lunatic, feeling some kind of primal release.
Now, here’s the thing: How to Git Pussy isn’t perfect. Some tracks feel thrown together, like they forgot to edit out mistakes—or maybe they didn’t even try. But maybe that’s why it’s so memorable. It’s real. No polish, no filter, just pure, uncut noise that feels more honest than half the garbage flooding Spotify these days.
And honestly, isn’t that refreshing? In a world full of cookie-cutter pop stars and polished beats, Reusable Tampons remind us that music can still be ugly, awkward, and completely unforgettable. Just like life itself.
So yeah, give this album a spin. But don’t say I didn’t warn ya—it’s gonna leave a mark.
P.S. If you think the title’s gross, wait till you hear the outro track. Trust me, it’ll make you question everything.
