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Masani Negloria tightens her cape. Nathan Calhoun lights a cigarette. "You suckas better hold your breath, 'Cause we're Pussy Gillette, and this gun's for hire!" With a snappy snare, Austin's best-named band comes to life. A leather-clad Negloria β or Blackula, as she's known tonight β fingerpicks a fuzzy bass line and Calhoun, in a skeleton suit, scratches out power chords next to her. Drummer Brent Prager, in a banana suit, supplies the concussive beat. It's Halloween and Swedish rockers the Hives are about to close out the final night of the Levitation festival. Before the Aughts garage sensations can grace the Mohawk stage, Austin punks Pussy Gillette are here to prime the crowd. Calhoun keeps it cool β shades on, lips pursed to keep his cigarette steady. Prager pounds away, bangs in his face. Negloria, however, chats up the audience after every song, a bravado in her voice akin to that of a rockstar entertaining a stadium. Little does the club crowd know, this is her first project. "I didn't know I could do any of this until I actually did it," the singer, 36, says over coffee at Cherrywood, weeks before the gig. "I just had a bass that I would kind of stare at, but I didn't really stick to it." One day, on a whim, her longtime friend Calhoun β a veteran of Austin's underground whose past projects include Chaindrive and Gibby Haynes & His Problem and currently plays bass in heavy psych melters We Are the Asteroid β invited her to jam. The duo wrote their first son