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KILL CHEERLEADER
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This is
the record you’ve been waiting for, my friends, the kind of padded wall,
burning plastic doll, soul selling, pure fucking action that’s brilliantly
devoid of all the pretension and posturing that runs rampant in the rock
n’ roll high school these days. All good cretins get hallway passes, I
say, so fuck the jocks and kill the cheerleaders. Crystal Pistol and
Buckcherry are real good, but Kill Cheerleader is even better. This is not
a test. This is real. All hail. |
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-Jeff Warren |
Now
that they’ve finally settled on a band name you’re not bound to forget
anytime soon (formerly Cheerleader, Cheer Leadr, and Cheerleader 666) and
settled on personal names that’ll make ‘em rottenly famous (Ethan Cawke is
now Ethan Deth; Cobra is now Useless; Dallas MacKinnon is now, humbly,
Chad MacKinnon), Kill Cheerleader are set to destroy the whole stinkin’
planet. Because that’s what they’re supposed to do, these larger than
life, worse for wear, desperate and desolate sons of rock n’ roll. Or
that’s been the buzz for the last bunch of years, ever since they went
from Toronto to LA and back again spewin’ the greasiest fusion of
Stooges/Guns fuck rock anyone has ever spewed. And they’re gonna do it
with All Hail, their debut full length that might arguably be the most
righteous and revolutionary punk n’ roll album unleashed in recent memory.
Then again, my memory ain’t what it used to be, but I’ll be damned if this
one isn’t covered in so much Lemmy raunch, Stiv snot, and Jeff Dahl dazzle
that I half expected to roll over and find some sussed teenage harlot in
my bed, panties ‘round her knees and puke in her pigtails. All Hail is
made up of a tight fistful of new scorchers, including my favourites
“Deathboy” and its shamelessly similar counterpart “No Feelings,” some
reworked (and renamed in some cases) tracks from their two previous Go and
Gutter Days EPs, and an acoustic ballad, “No Lullabies,” because even Guns
N’ Roses had “Patience,” jack.