The Street Walkin' Cheetahs, Waiting for the Death of My Generation (Triple X Records): 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. — Jenny Tatone

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