Nashville trio Thelma and the Sleaze sound much like you would expect a band with that name to sound: grimy and a little crass, with a sort of sex-positive feminist streak. (They have an EP entitled These Boots Won’t Lick Themselves, for instance.) Musically they compare themselves to Thin Lizzy and ZZ Top, although their song structures remind me more of a less frosty Alison Mosshart. Reviews of their live shows are glowingly positive. In 2016 they toured with the lively but polarizing Eagles of Death Metal, and one reviewer declared that “if you haven’t heard these women, you’re shy of a new favorite band.” Julie Rhodes opens.
Thelma and the Sleaze
