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Sweat - Live at Hartwood Acres Amphitheater - Sept 1, 2024

In the bustling city of Pittsburgh, amidst the clang and din of industry, there arose a band of curious distinction known as Sweat. Formed by a diverse cast of characters, this Swiss-American ensemble possessed a most unusual quality, for they combined the grandiose sensibilities of British progressive rock with the delicate and wistful strains of American folk, seasoned—if you’ll pardon the indulgence—with just a hint of that charmingly ostentatious schmaltz of the 1970s. Indeed, their songs, replete with retrospective sighs and the echoes of long-ago revelries, carried with them a certain undeniable charm, as Classic Rock Magazine so astutely observed, featuring “vocals that would fit right in on the Barracuda-era Heart record.” At the helm of this musical venture stood the formidable figure of one Sue Pedrazzi, a woman with a voice both commanding and delicate, who had crossed the great ocean from her native Basel, Switzerland, in search of the authentic and unadorned strains of vintage rock. With a hunger in her heart for truth and rawness, she found herself amidst the smoky streets of Pittsburgh, where fate conspired to introduce her to three musicians of equally kindred spirit—Richard Stanley, a rugged virtuoso known from his time with Rich The Band; the stalwart Dan Hernandez, a master of his craft from Limousine Beach and Cruces; and the enigmatic Kayla Schureman of Century III, who brought a soulful depth to their shared endeavors. Together, this band of four drew from the deep wells of their varied influences—the thunderous majesty of Deep Purple, the brash boldness of The Who, and the untamed spirit of Heart—to create something both familiar and yet wholly their own. It was as if they plucked fragments of forgotten songs from the aether, breathing new life into them with reverence and care, but never losing sight of their own unique voice. One might liken Sweat to the unexpected discovery of a treasured vinyl record hidden in the dusty recesses of one's parents' attic—a relic from an era long past, whose melodies awaken something deep within the soul. It is a music that tugs at memory’s deepest corners, beckoning you to recall the joys and sorrows of youth. But do not be deceived, dear reader, for though it may wear the guise of the familiar, Sweat deserves nothing less than your full attention. Their sound, like the city in which they now reside, is forged in steel and fire, and beneath its surface gleams a brilliance that cannot be ignored.