Summary
At the bottom of an old oak barrel amongst the skeletons of breakneck breakdowns, bad B-movies, and even worse whiskey, CHEECH has set up camp. They dig their heels into the wasted mash like its beach sand turning their amps up way past 11. This motley collection of musicians like where they live. For amidst the din of flash-in-the-pan punk rock and commercialized mallcore, CHEECH has survived. Like a cricket on a quiet evening, you will hear it even if you hate it. And try as you might, it just won't go away.
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