Sweat used to be the quintessential indie kid: All skinny jeans, battered converse and a one-dimensional stock-list of records with jagged guitar and raspy falsetto vocals. Then they grew up. The exclusivity of their tastes relaxed, their horizons broadened, and their love of music passed beyond the awkward fumbly stage straight into the open and assured tantric orgy stage.
The proof of the transformation, as they say, is in pudding — except in this case when we say pudding we mean inventory. So let’s dive right in. There’s huge sections dedicated to punk, metal, experimental, jazz, hip hop, soul, funk, r&b, and electro, and heaps of niche reissues from all across the globe. They’ve got a used record clerk, too, which is a damn nice touch and means that digging in their ‘second-hand’ section is like panning for gold in King Midas’ house.
Aside from the sonic purchasables (which also includes a decent selection of turntables), this a great place for the uninitiated to come and plug into Miami’s music scene. On any given day they could be hosting a gig in-store, running a club night elsewhere, or out on the promotion trail for a local artist. Spreading the tantric-orgy-music love, if you will.