By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Steve Brennan
By Joseph Hess
By Allsion Babka
By Kelsey McClure
By RFT Music
By Christian Schaeffer
By Gabriel San Roman
George W. Bush has softened the "Don't mess with Texas" slogan like a microwave does to margarine. Thankfully there are other Texans out there able to redeem the state with an "I will rope and hogtie you, use my teeth to castrate you and slam my boot in your face if you mess with me" image. Meet Texas Terri.
The red-haired firecracker heads up Texas Terri Bomb, formerly Texas Terri and the Stiff Ones. Parting ways with the Stiff Ones, Terri has reeled in some fresh meat to back her on her new album, Your Lips...My Ass!Thunderous guitars, Terri's throaty tirades and guest appearances by old-school legends such as Wayne Kramer from the MC5 and Cherie Currie from the Runaways round out the album.
The music is high on the raunch factor, but the real sleaze lies in Terri's stage show. Her energy rivals that of a crack whore who just scored an eight-ball, and she's intimidating as a sociopath. Known for her impromptu shedding of shirts during shows, Terri tapes her nipples with her TXT logo to keep from getting slapped with any public-nudity charges. No, boys, she isn't showing off for you; she just works up one hell of a sweat. But if you're feeling ballsy (or just plain stupid) and try to cop a feel, you'll end up making the show a lot more entertaining for the rest of us. Don't fuck with Texas Terri.