Friday, January 13, 2017
The Big Gun Show Comes To The Party Sporting a Sexy Swagger
Roll down the window and crank the volume to ten boys because Austin's own The Big Gun Show has one hell of a compelling rock enchanter on its hands. "Swagger" cuts all the machismo worthy moves you'd want to go alongside your bottle of Shiner Bock. Vocalist Gunter Woodson sure as hell does have his swagger back and is only too happy to share it with the rest of the planet. You will be blown away by his spellbinding guitar work and the way his pipes don't lack for confidence. What else could you expect from a man sporting a Cadillac and a bottle of Jack. I'm taken aback by the surgical precision used in belting out notes both human and instrumental. You can easily succumb to its myriad charms once you've crept up on your third bottle of beer. Yates Hagan pounds away on skins, bravado fully armed to the teeth. He's slow but steady and that's packing all the heat you could possibly ask for. Where couldn't you crank this puppy up and, in the process, experience a warm, lingering contact high. You'd be the envy of your friends blasting it at Lake Travis or Lady Bird Lake. They'd know the party truly had gotten started. Gunter's voice brings on the smoky roadhouse feel in spades. I'd say the 3:25 playing time doesn't do this effort enough justice. You hope for a compelling bridge but maybe it's true that good things do come in small packages. The guitar and drum bump into and subsequently play off each other in eyeball popping style. As fot the bass, that's where the unabashed sex appeal comes from. Can't you just visualize the bra strap being unhooked? It's a thing of beauty let me assure you. "Swagger" isn't hard to follow in the chord progression department. The notes don't go sliding wildly from one end of the spectrum to the other. Instead we get a smartly paced look at a fantastic peep show that's an all ages kind of affair. Gunter has the time of his life reveling in how deep his swagger runs. When he utters "I got my swagger back" you get the notion he's kind of discovering it in some born again state of being. The newness strikes me as wonderfully infectious. "Swagger" merits repeated listenings regardless of whether you're drunk, sober, horny, or Puritan. Last call never came across so beautifully lascivious.