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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