i remember waking up in moline, il at augstana back in like 94 with some girl i had met while attending western illinois university. we had gone and seen the gin blossoms, who were pretty good mind you; but opening up i got my first taste of tommy keene. back to waking up in moline, and the point of this post. the sweet, sweet sounds the swervedriver’s mezcal head filled the keystone light smelling room, as i awoke from my unfulfilled slumber. i had never really ventured into the whole british shoegazing scene, outside of my bloody valentine and to this point, never really have.
finding out about swervedriver was the second best thing to come out of that weekend, cause as it turns out my little lady friend was “waiting for marriage.” unfortunately, for swervedriver, they pretty much got over looked outside of the UK, and have since disbanded. although the lead singer, adam franklin, has started a newer band toshack highway, for which i am not too fond of, sadly.? the entire catalogue is quite intoxicating, particulary mezcal head and 99th dream.
a few fine folks have emassed an entire discography worth of live material on swervedriver’s website.