Hometown: Rochester, NY
Website: cheetahwhores.com
Sounds Like: The Cramps, Iggy Pop, Wanda Jackson, Screaming Lord Sutch
Genre: Rock
A hit making band of thaumaturgy has burgeoned from Upstate New York
Rising, like a phoenix from out of the ashes of Rochester, New York; a trash-filled vacant lot covered with used hypodermic needles, crack vials, the Eastman School of Music - Chuck Mangione - have been hiding a veritable hope diamond in the abandoned subway: these are the CHEETAH WHORES.
Cheetah Whores began in the winter of 2006 after a vision of a seven piece, all original female band was had by the founding members: Meg(guitar), Joey(drums), and Liz(vocals).
Meg and Joey worked at a Mexican Restaurant together and Liz was Joey's neighbor. Each had been in the music business for a few years prior and these ladies were ready to make something that the world had never seen.
Liz's sister, Therese, decided to learn how to play the lap steel for the psychedelic aspect of the band; the girls had a keyboard player, a tambourine girl and a rotation of bass players for a few months - until Pearl O'Dis, aka Sholanda Simpson - appeared with her 5 string bass, ready to ROCK!
The girls developed a large fan base in their hometown of Rochester, NY and became known for their live shows. Full of raucous mayhem, soul and vigor, sensuality and really great songs - The Cheetah Whores packed the house at each intimate venue they played. The Cheetahs have a way of making the audience feel as though they are a participant at an "event," and the fans hang onto each lyric, each lick, each beat as if it were the last thing they'd ever hear.
Influences for the band are broad, but most agree that the sounds echo those of '70's punk, rock, glam, and r&b. Whew... that's broad! Specifically, the members like Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Tina Turner, Cramps, Rolling Stones, Suzi Quatro, the Who, more and more. The Cheetah Whores have incorporated parts of everything hip in music and have magnificently created their own original sound that is at once strangely familiar, yet enticingly new and refreshing. "Addictive" - as described by a fan on Twitter.
Tragedy befell the band in August of 2007 as Sholanda(bassist), was walking home from band practice and was shot and killed in a random robbery. This loss has been incorporated into the energy of the band, and the Cheetah's resolve to carry Sholanda's spirit with them forever.
* The murderer was finally sentenced to 3 life terms for his crime in September 2010 - the year of Bang Bang Baby's release*
Months passed before the Cheetah Whores were able to play again. No one ever even attempted to fill Sholanda's shoes...
...then in jumps Gary Archer, bass phenom and life-long friend. His addition, nay, addiction, to the Cheetahs made them whole again, and allowed them to rock on to the next stage of their career...
Veterans of many a show around New York State, their compulsive reach extends right down to New York City as well as the greater Northeast including, among others, Boston, MA and Providence, RI. Supportive fans everywhere celebrated the release of a most excellent debut CD, "Bang Bang Baby" and have gained international exposure by having 2 songs in the SyFy movie "Sharktopus;" said fans have made the Cheetah Whores a force to be reckoned with, and on the path to being "The Next Big Thing"!!
“The songs are catchy rock 'n' roll little ditties that sound as at home blasting out of a little transistor radio as they do thundering off a stage — where the band's lipstick-smeared sneer and walking-on-a-broken-stiletto-heel-bravado frequently threaten to derail the whole affair. Now that's entertainment.”
Frank Deblase - Rochester City Newspaper
“Speaking of the raunch I needed, The Cheetah Whores followed, fueled by tequila and a rabid case of don't-give-a-shit-itis. The band rocked between Cuervo glugs, slugs, and chug-a-lugs. Consequently, tuning and tempo was a little touchy in spots, and the band swung loose. But this is the kind of music that doesn't sound right tight. The crowd that had been wowed by the Diamonds' sparkle scratched its collective head. What's to get? It's rock 'n' roll at its most primal, played by chicks in their underwear. That's burlesque.”
Frank DeBlase - CIty Newspaper
“Like everyone with taste, I tuned into SyFy's Sharktopus a couple of Saturdays ago. But it took me a while to actually watch the movie because I rewound the opening scene half a dozen times because I fell in love with the theme song. It was a perfect mix of surf, garage, punk, and camp, The Creature From The Black Lagoon crashing the Beach Blanket Bingo.
Bang Bang Baby is eleven tracks of fun, clocking in just shy of forty minutes. The Cheetah Whores are an awesome mix of classic '70s punk, surf, '50s/'60s girl groups, garage, and psychedelic rock, with every taste and genre accentuated with Therese O's haunting lap steel guitar. The lyrics are at times hilarious, at times serious, dealing with themes as vast as the Cheetah Whores' influences: murder, dive bars, crappy ex-boyfriends, even crappier jobs, bat cancer, dangerous girls you'd be foolish not to get to know better, and the famous Sharktopus.
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Chag - Culture brats
“February 11, 2010 at 10:51am
CONCERT REVIEW: Cheetah Whores, Velvet Elvis at Water Street
By Frank De Blase
It wasn't a huge crowd, but I was still impressed with the hundred or so who braved the outdoor suction to catch the Cheetah Whores with Velvet Elvis at The Club at Water Street Wednesday night. "I'm here to support the Whores," I overheard a girl say as she handed her ticket over at the door. "You gotta love the Whores."
And I do. I mean, who doesn't? This band is a beautiful disaster that prevails in spite of itself. To watch the band play is to see it teeter on various precipices. And the direction the band is taking lately has seen it switch from a soul train to a lowrider. The sound seethes with a primal, psycho-sexual beat. It reminds me a bit of The Cramps. The lap steel is a nice touch, especially when wielded as a theremin. The vocals are a nice touch when wielded as a come-on. The drums are a nice touch when wielded like a tantrum.
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By Frank De Blase - City