For the unwitting punk-rock aesthete, happening upon Sweep the Leg Johnny in a crowded dive bar can be startling. The four unassuming lads from Chicago who make up the band crank out an intense, immense saxophone-fueled brand of post-punk that doesn't lend itself to immediate comprehension. Even for those who quickly acclimate to Sweep's contorted context, tracing the roots of the band's sound is about as forthright a task as untangling post-Cold War foreign... More >>>