Normally, I’d feel trepidation recommending this show. It seems I’m not the only one who thinks the blues rock revival is overstaying its welcome. Don’t get it twisted, I love (and love to play) a grimy, cocksure electric blues just as much as the next pasty white guy, but just last week, I heard three different Black Keys songs jump the shark in three different ads in a single commercial break. So why am I going to endorse this gig? Because every time he comes to town, Patrick Sweany, that wolf-voiced, blues-scorching son of a gun, shakes up one of the best blues shows you’ll see this side of Holly Springs. The Ohio native hollers, shimmies and stomps through three hours of loud, distorted Piedmont blues, shaking juke-joint swagger out of a tractor-sized hollow-bodied guitar. I’m a convert. Dan Auerbach and Jimbo Mathus (big-time throwback rockers from The Black Keys and Squirrel Nut Zippers, respectively) are outspoken members of Team Sweany, too. If there’s a rock show this week that’ll threaten you with a good time, this one’s it.