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Big Wheel Magazine
The cantankerous rock outfit, Filthy Creatures’ album, Wake
the Dead, is hyped on equal parts trucker-speed, punk rock and
denim vests.
From moment one of the title track, Jamey Coffin, Johnny T,
Chris Chunk and Sean O’Really? never let up on the gas pedal.
With tracks rife with violence, crass humor and trite lyrics
(49/51 draws its inspiration from a classic bumper sticker,
“49% Mother Fucker, 51% Son of a Bitch.” No, really) don’t
expect Filthy Cheaters to provide your listening experience
with anything substantial to nosh on. On the contrary, Filthy
Cheaters are more akin to that obnoxious uncle everyone has
who shows up late to family functions, clad in stained
clothing and the first to get hammered while spouting off
incendiary comments to all in attendance; but you accept it
because it’s just who he is. It’s tough to tell if Filthy
Cheaters really are that guy or are putting on their best
imitation of that guy.
Fans of Clutch, Motorhead, Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill! and
potty humor will glob onto Wake the Dead quickly; with its
throaty vocals, churning tempos and vile language
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Dangerdog
Hilarious. There's no sane reason to take Minnesota punkers
Filthy Cheaters seriously. Especially when the
self-deprecating vocalist Johnny T sings 'I'm a meathead' in
the chorus of the song of the same name. Or he announces, in
49/51, he's 49 percent motherf*cker and 51 percent
son-of-a-bitch. It would have been even funnier if he would
have said 51 percent a**hole (which might be more accurate).
I'm always up for a few good laughs. Punk music is often good
for that. Cover a Ramones song, for a bonus or tribute, as the
Filthy Cheaters do with Cretin Hop, and a smile is guaranteed.
Kidding aside, on Wake the Dead, Filthy Cheaters
get the basics right for punk/garage rock: minimal production
for a raw inglorious sound, average if not questionable
musicianship, and a slim sense of melody and some clever
hooks. Johnny T has the punk snarl down, both guttaral and
raspy. Add the down and dirty, a step out of the sewer into
the gutter, lyrics and swagger, and you have some filthy punk.
Songs like Total Death and Evil Machine, Meathead and 49/51,
or Peckerwood and Liquor, Pussy, & Rock n' Roll emulate the
character of our protagonists and their music. Better: Women I
Don't Know works because no women would want to know these
guys. Add the retro seventies monster hot rod artwork as a
bonus, and you have a sleazy, hilarious, and entertaining
calamity.
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BabySue
Loud cocky intense fuzzy punk rock played with conviction and
balls. Minneapolis, Minnesota's Filthy Cheaters play
like they mean it. The band plays a raw abrasive style of
pop/rock that was very popular in the United States in the
mid-1990s. In many ways these guys sound like GG Allin...if
he had written good songs. Don't get us wrong...we loved GG.
But while he had the stage presence and the nerve, he was
lacking in terms of songs. The guys in Filthy Cheaters aren't
afraid to offend and bend. But in doing so they never abandon
things like rhythm and melodies. The vocalist has a really
cool snarly voice that works perfectly within the framework of
these tunes. Hard rockin' in-your-face cuts include "Wake The
Dead," "Total Death," "Keep The Change," and "Peckerwood." Fun
stuff with a hard nutty crunch.
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Punk Globe
Loud punk rock from Minneapolis, Minnesota... The Filthy
Cheaters sound a bit like GG Allin,Tescoe Vee and The Murder
Junkies..... This CD Rawks.. It is filled with filthy punk/pop
tunes that will quench your thirst for kink..... Filthy
Cheaters lay it on the line... They aren't afraid to offend .
But in doing so they never abandon things like rhythm and
melodies. The singer has that snotty voice that works with.
Stand out tracks include "Wake The Dead," "Total Death" and
"Peckerwood." They make Minneapolis proud! Buy this CD.
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Roctober
Rough-edged Motorhead-inspired car crash punk with singing
that sounds like it was recorded in a garbage disposal.
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