This came out in 2003 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
If Danko Jones were an animal, what would he be? Easy — a shark. Just as sharks are built to do nothing but swim and eat, it seems the Canadian garage-punk has also been designed to perform two elemental functions: Rocking and rolling. Both of which he performs with relentless precision on his hard-charging, aptly titled sophomore CD We Sweat Blood.
Much like last summer’s Born A Lion, this 12-cut firecracker is a full-on attack of chunky power-chord salvos fuelled by greasy licks, thumping tom-tom backbeats, throbbing basslines, fist-pumping choruses, lung-scorching screams, musky sweat, hip-shaking choogle and more pickup lines than a pimp convention. Somewhere during all this, Jones’ power trio manage to pay homage to everyone from KISS (the hotter-than-hell Hot Damn Woman), AC/DC (the bad-boy boogie monster Home To Hell) and Thin Lizzy (the dusty riff-fest Love Travel) to Aerosmith and even Neil Young (“When you dance I can really love,” quoth Danko). Equally important, though, are all the things that aren’t here — We Sweat Blood has no bells, no whistles, frills, no fat and no ballads to compromise its single-minded power and feral intensity. Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the record store …
