Christeene

Christeene

Move over Big Freedia, Christeene's in the house and she's brought along an ass that just won't quit. When not dropping lyrical "Tears From My Pussy," Waste Up, Kneez Down, the long-awaited local debut from New Orleans drag transplant Paul Soileau, pumps like, well ... you know. From the word go, with processional revelry "Damn'd Right" and the throbbing, outlandish "Fix My Dick" setting up precisely what the fabulously militant badonkadonk "African Mayonaisse" knocks down, WUKD's gooey center overflows with NSFW references to "ridin' red on the jizz tank" and "Bustin' Brown." Welcome to one of the stankiest, most party-prepped albums this town's ever heard. Abundantly clear is the fact that Christeene needs to get laid more than any other entertainer in Austin. Then again, if a lack of ass is what's going to keep Christeene pushing product like this, by all means, let us cockblock her until there's not another dick in town.