Cheeseburger is a rock and roll masterpiece; a stompy, ragged, AC/DC-in-Estrus tumble down a staircase clad in 10-grit sandpaper. The CD’s four songs bristle with rocknroll drugsnpartying cliches that never sounded so right, probably because the accompaniment is just so goddamn perfect, even without a bass player. Also a thing about a pirate I can’t understand the words to. I love you, Cheeseburger!

 –doug (Aerodrome)