We've been putting the much sought-after Austinist stamp of Approval on Pink Nasty-who is neither pinkish, nor nasty-for some time now. And for good reason. Through thick, thin, or drunk the slick simplicity of her material always downplays the otherwise ragged resplendence of the sentiments behind it, and the formula keeps working and working. It's always a pleasure to catch her show, or simply brush against her at the bar (not that we have a small Moleskine dedicated to cataloging our encounters with her or anything *awkward laugh*.) more ›