CHEERLEADER 666

"I was walking on Sixth Street, the main drag, and in one of the windows I noticed these guys who looked like the cavemen from that comic strip B.C., playing this crazy Ramones/Dead Boys/Stooges punk metal. Leather jackets, bandannas tied around their knees-a total throwback. I heard them playing from the street, so I walked in. They were called Cheerleader 666, from Toronto. I had no idea who they were, and I was pretty much blown away. I bought a CD." (Doug Brod, executive editor of SPIN) - SPIN magazine

Gutter Days vinyl review:

Holy mackerel! If you had told me I'd wake up today and later be listening to recordings which would knock the Hellacopters mighty "Supershitty To The Max" off its throne as the greatest punk n' roll recording ever made, I'd say you were insane. Well, it's reality, folks. With this Gutter Days10", Cheerleader666 have completely redefined excellence in that genre. As stated above, this is the pinnacle of the punk n' roll form. Imagine D*Generation with the distorted-out, past-in-the-red production of Guitar Wolf and you'll have a good idea of what's going on here. Needless to say, Cheerleader666 have somehow tapped into the grand source of primal energy their Swedish counterparts have been chasing and laboring to approximate for years. The difference results in Gutter Days being the legit MOAB bomb of metallic sleaze rock. Rarely does a release come out so solid I absolutely cannot pick a highlight or standout track. This is one of those times. There isn't a single second of Gutter Days that is anything less than stellar. This is in contrast to many of the here-to-fore considered classics of punk n' roll--most of those recordings contain at least one moment of letdown. Not Gutter Days -- this is imperfect perfection personified. Wow -- along with the new albums from Turbonegro and Throw Rag, this is tops for 2003, in terms of rock n' roll. At the very least, Gutter Days may be the year's hard rock highlight. For sure, again, Cheerleader666 have blessed us with the rawest, sickest slab of punk n' roll ever. I am shaken.
- HOUSE OF SMUT