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It's Saturday night — early evening. You're just beginning to clear your head of last night's hangover. Is it too early to crack one open?, you wonder.
Nah. Grab a cold one. Slap on some tunes. Jack the knob. The Street
Walkin' Cheetahs' "Right to Rock" should be blaring right about NOW
— there's that extra oomph you were looking for. Being punished
can feel oh so good: Here we go! Drums slam! Ow! Guitar grinds!
Uh-huh! Solos wail! Fist up! Shrieks carry! Turn it up! More! A
sweaty mess of head-bangs and devil salutes swirls around your head.
Where's my beer?, you wonder. Grab another? What hangover? Please
note: Waiting for the Death of My Generation is a bit more
"pop" than previous Street Walkin' Cheetahs releases, having a few
catchy melodies and hooks ("White Collar Money" and "Automatic").
Also note: Despite this, the Cheetahs still rock harder than most
bands these days.
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