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Cheerleader
666 (formerly just Cheerleader, but the devil wasn’t paying
enough attention) are the meanest rattlesnake motherfuckers in Canada. OK,
so Canadians aren’t known for their venom, so that sounds like an easy ride,
but still, these ratfinks are evil. They are also fully dedicated to
rock and roll, so much so that I’m pretty sure they’ll kill you over it, if
they have to. All that’s well and good, but I know guys that can’t even tie
their shoes that fit that description. Luckily, Cheerleader 666 have the
juice, the thunder, the rock ‘em sock ‘em power to back all that bad assery
up, and on this, an old-fangled 10” slab of thick wax, they walk it like
they talk it- tall. They sound like the Dwarves and Thin
Lizzy all at once, as they blaze through 6 tracks of scorching hard rock
played with gonzo punk ferocity and a sense of trash-the-joint abandon that
threatens to split them open at the seams, but never does. Yeah, it’s chaos,
but it’s controlled chaos; more of a calculated sniper attack than bullet
spraying lunacy. The blown-out production (no surprise, since it’s on
Sonico, home of the Blowchunks, the most blown-out band in
the entire world), unfortunately, detracts a bit from the devastating
precision of their assault. There are mega-riffs on here that are so
razor sharp, they could slice your head clean off- if you could hear them.
On the other hand, it’s so in-the-red that it’s loud enough to singe the
hairs on your arm- you just can’t play this thing at a reasonable volume,
because it simply won’t let you. At any rate, under the layers of
fuzz and din, there’s some classic motorpunk on display, like the punchy
growler “Shitcity” and the melodic, slam-bang “Don’t Call Me Baby,
Baby”, but the wicked riffs and teenage angst of “I Want Action”
make it the real showstopper of the bunch. And it’s so fuckin’ true, isn’t
it? Action. We all want it. Cheerleader 666, quite obviously,
have it. So what are you waiting for, brother? Go get it! |