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.