Perfect Pussy has just left Boise, Idaho, and is a few hours into the seven-hour trek to its next show when New Times reaches the band's singer, Meredith Graves. She sounds tired. Not standard-issue, stayed-out-until-3 a.m. tired. You get the feeling that maybe the whole experience of being thrown into the meat-grinder hype machine machine of today's media landscape has created a deep-bone fatigue.
When asked if the band has been writing any new songs, she's blunt.