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Cheater Slicks – Destination Lonely
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Artist……………: Cheater Slicks
Album…………….: Destination Lonely
Genre…………….: Garage
Source……………: CD
Year……………..: 1991
Ripper……………: Asus CD-S520
Codec…………….: LAME 3.98
Version…………..: MPEG 1 Layer III
Quality…………..: Extreme, (avg. bitrate: 284kbps)
Channels………….: Joint Stereo / 44100 hz
Tags……………..: ID3 v2.3
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Tracklisting
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1. (00:02:25) Cheater Slicks – In and Out
2. (00:02:37) Cheater Slicks – Hear What I Say
3. (00:02:32) Cheater Slicks – Rum Drunk
4. (00:03:49) Cheater Slicks – And I Cried
5. (00:05:37) Cheater Slicks – If Heaven Is Your Home
6. (00:03:41) Cheater Slicks – Destination Lonely
7. (00:04:03) Cheater Slicks – Murder
8. (00:03:19) Cheater Slicks – You Got Me Cryin’
9. (00:02:38) Cheater Slicks – Can’t Explain
10. (00:04:24) Cheater Slicks – Look Out World
11. (00:06:21) Cheater Slicks – This Life of Mine
12. (00:03:15) Cheater Slicks – Time and Again
Playing Time………: 00:44:40
Total Size………..: 91.33 MB
Album info
Detailed Twang: From the late 80s on, and even continuing up to this very day, the Cheater Slicks were/are the foremost garage-influenced band on the planet. Their format was simple: guitar-guitar-drums, with two vocalists trading off duties. During the lean years of the early oughts, I even called them “the last rock band” (thankfully some new ones popped up a couple years later). Their recorded history includes some of the most savage, alive and feedback-drenched mojo-working ever waxed, from a mere trio at that (!). They played at such a maturity level beyond their peers, with restraint and gentleness when it was called for, and sheer gonzo guitar explosions often when least expected. They truly were light years ahead of the pack, incorporating controlled feedback, feral drum bashing, a double-play of raw, throaty, vocalists, and a demented 60s psych approach that has started to creep in and lord over the sound like an unseen, angry hand. Live, they couldn’t be touched. The shows I saw of theirs during the years 1991-98 or so were flat-out amazing, the kind where you leave with your jaw on the floor while speaking in tongues to anyone who’ll listen (and while dealing with some serious ear bleed to boot). My favorite band of the 90s? I think there’s a case to be made.