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| SWAY SWAY (EP) |
| Praise be the Lord, our saviours have arrived... or could it be the Apocalypse? Hard to say from here... stay tuned... A rather large weight has been lifted from the shoulders of Shutterspeed. They no longer have to carry the hopes and dreams of a nation on their own... they can share the load with Sway! These five Sydney lads haven't attracted the headlines yet, but if their self titled EP is anything to go by, they won't have to wait long. THIS is what rock n roll should sound like. The sparkling repartee of Mr Shears on the forum could have been interpreted by some as hype-induced exaggeration, but when you hear these guys, those feelings will be gone. They are as real as the proverbial deal gets. His comparisons were accurate... Pie, Faces, Stones, AC/DC, a little soul thrown in for good measure... these guys have it in spades. So what sets them apart from the also rans? The afore mentioned soul, for starters. The energy, the verve, the enthusiasm... damn contagious! You know what else? The voice. That voice. Wow. Gotta hear it boys and girls, just gotta hear it. It's the voice that prompts the Humble Pie comparisons, and you know what that means. Stevie. I must admit, I've yet to see them live, but as far as this record goes, that's about the best voice I've heard in a long, long time. At the moment, I am still in a daze... "Baby, Get It On" is currently pumping out from the computer speakers, and I can't control my dancin' feet. But I'm going to try to contain myself enough to finish this with some sort of coherence. The first four tracks are a cyclonic ride on the Sway juggernaut. You will get thrown from side to side, your senses will be assaulted, your ears raped and pillaged. This record is not recommended for people who are pregnant or have heart conditions. Heed my warning, boys and girls... The closing track is a little treat, a cover of Ike and Tina Turner's "Baby, Get It On." These are not the kind of boys you want to take home to meet Mum and Dad. In the age of soppy boy bands and too-pretty-for-their-own-good pop idols, it is unbelievably refreshing to hear a sleazy laugh, and a singer snarl the lines "I need your loving in the worst kinda way, so come on, babe, let's get it on!" I urge you with every aching bone in my body, buy this damn record. And then, when they head north again, don't make the same mistake I did. Get there. Get your head blown off. Then come back for more! |