America’s greatest band, Cheater Slicks, have provided nearly three decades of kicking and screaming fuzz and ecstasy, and now they’ve provided a live recording from the vaults of their Boston years. Call ‘em Deacon Blues: never has it felt so good to lose as it does with the Slicks’ down-and-out lyrics, howled out into a stale room, surrounded by slow and steady rock purism and punch drunk electric treble. Get drunk as Rumi, in the shadows, with these giants. Then seek out one, two, three of their live LP trilogy.
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