Pink Nasty

Interview please click on link. - Jill Jackson

Pink Nasty’s music isn’t terribly complex, and it’s definitely not nasty. In fact, it’s downright delightful. On the band’s self-titled album, songs like “Take You All On” and “Planters” nearly sound like B-sides from the Strokes’ debut album — if you were to brighten the production and swap singer Julian Casablancas for a frontwoman. The guitars jangle and bounce in step with simple, airtight rhythms, and singer/songwriter Sara Beck’s smooth, throaty croon straddles the line that divides sugar-sweet pop star divas and swaggering rock stars.
But Pink Nasty doesn’t dwell on pop-rock. “Nag Nag Nag” employs a She and Him-style callback to ‘60s girl groups with its shuffling rhythms, quiet confessions of infatuation and reverb-drenched “oohs” and “aahs.” Just a few tracks later, Beck’s cries soar over the forward drive of swiftly strummed, double-tracked acoustic guitars on “Towne East Square,” a song that could easily fit on a Kelly Clarkson album. It’s hard to blend mainstream sensibility with the independent spirit of innovation, but as songs like these prove, Pink Nasty does it well. - Alex Daniel

Sara Beck, better known by her stage name, Pink Nasty is an American singer-songwriter. She is from Wichita, Kansas and currently lives in Austin, Texas.[1] Pink Nasty has released three full length albums. She performs with her brother, a rapper who goes by the stage name Black Nasty.[1]
Kathryn Yu of NPR described Pink Nasty as a "young and talented singer-songwriter whose quirky alt-country songs nicely complement her pretty but powerful voice".[1] The song "Don't Ever Change" on her second album, Mold the Gold features Pink Nasty and Bonnie Prince Billy.[1] She has opened for notable indie music acts Britt Daniel and José González.[2]
Pink Nasty's third album, Pink Nasty was released in 2010. Reviews on the Oxford American and Austin 360 websites praise the album's blend of quirkiness and pop.[3][4]
Beck studied at Berklee College of Music, and cites Weezer, Stephen Malkmus and The Strokes as influences.[5] - Wikipedia

You can read reports about Sara Beck, or Pink Nasty, having her lyrical mind in the gutter. She did come up with her stage name, so that's a great jumping off point, all dirty and sexual. Depending on where you come in, Beck is more of a classic-born, country and western songwriter from Nashville, the kind of writer who languishes in the bush leagues and the shit-payin', hole-in-the-wall dives - the bowling alleys of Bad Blake's life - continuing to write of the sorrows she's taken on and seeing how they've progressed into more and more sorrowful territory. To be fair to our disagreement, to defend our argument, we haven't spent much time with her first two albums, but the new, self-titled album with that heart in a pair of hands on the cover, is just simply a tearjerker of sorts. There's no suggestion that she's got ribald tendencies, but simply a knack for hitting all of the raw nerves, not to mention pegging her stories onto characters that have been deceived or have been knocked around a bit. They're not trying to be clever with their words, just honest and forthright, giving it over straight and steaming.

Her characters are quick to point out the discrepancies in stories of the escape artist and the left or neglected. They are dealing with the fragments of things that they thought meant love and there are times when - on "Split The Diff" - there's some payback carried out by love's victim. There are also all kinds of instances where the reluctantly grown up thing is done and the losses are just cut - you get some of the losses, they get some of the losses - and there's a parting. It's not what anyone had set out to have happen, but then again, failure in these sorts of things comes mighty often. Beck sings on the Julian Casablancas cover, "4 Chords of the Apocalypse," "I'll take you shopping/I'll take you dancing too/I'll take you out/All the things you want to do/I'll give you diamonds and I'll give you space/So be with anyone you want/It's alright with me/Our time is over/Don't you know that if a time warp was open/I'd stay right in my place/The war is over." It's a song that may as well be hers, sliding in right next to all of her other stories of slammed fingers, stubbed toes, headaches, heartbreaks and wondering what anyone got out of all of that madness.
- Sean Moeller