Multiple personalities can be a beautiful thing. Nathaniel Rateliff, known to me as a troubadour located in Denver, has the spirit of Sam Cooke and Otis Redding bubbling inside of him. All the man wants to do is unleash these legends through his lively, dusty sounding soul ensemble, Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats. It’s a Funk Brothers reincarnation in the making consisting of seven individuals. It’s a sound they create inevitably causing one to smile and bask in a sound of yesterday; a feeling created through song that smokes, makes you move, and causes you to grab the closest girly around and spin her.
This surging, smoking act is new. With Rateliff’s following in and around the state, they got pull. In early June, this monster of an outfit was invited to Sounds on 29th, a public access music show — an excellent resource for local acts seeking exposure. My plus one and I were fortunate enough to be invited to this evening. A semi-private, super intimate, live recording of the show, one where the Night Sweats tore through five songs, including the show stopper, “Son of a Bitch”.
“Trying So Hard Not to Know”
“Howling at Nothing”
“What I Need”
“Son Of a Bitch”