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Swervedriver, Hawkeye 

When: Thu., April 5, 9 p.m. 2012
Price: $16-18
If I had it to do over again, I would have spent the early '90s listening to Swervedriver on my pink boombox instead of Wilson Phillips. Like other British rock bands of the day, Swervedriver played loud guitars with lots of distortion, but their muscular confidence set them so far ahead of their time that they gave it all up in 1998. They reformed a decade later on the heels of some reissues, but they haven't put out a new LP since last century. Though they've worn well, my current enjoyment of their earliest and best albums, Raise and Mezcal Head, is not entirely devoid of nostalgia. But what really sets Swervedriver apart from their milieu are lyrics centered on a cinematic ideal of America—Ford Mustangs, girls on motorcycles, driving off into the sunset. REBECCA WILSON

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