It always seems that my favourite rock and roll has (in my mind at least) a connection, however tenuous to Mick Taylor-era Rolling Stones. It’s one of those things that you can’t explain other than to forcefully gesture at your throbbing speakers as they furiously try to cope with the sonic onslaught currently playing that sounds like an outtake from Exile on Main Street.
Swig give me that raunchy, swampy feeling that I like. Let’s put it this way, they are another perfect example of a band that inspires “volume knob creep.” This stuff has character, it has feeling and it only sounds good when you hit the maximum volume threshold in your car, something that you never realized actually existed before. Swig hit all the right notes for me. Raunchy singer, slightly sloppy and loud guitars, call and response vocals and did I mention they should be played loud? Check out this week’s podcast where I play True Grit and check out their video below for Simple Truth. Good stuff. Did I say they should be played loud?