There’s a peculiar electricity that fills a room just before a band like SWMRS takes the stage—a restless pulse woven into the crowd, equal parts anticipation and the faint scent of something combustible. On March 13th, at The Wooly, that current will find its conductor. SWMRS are not just a band; they’re a sonic rebellion wrapped in jagged riffs and anthemic shouts, a testament to punk’s enduring ability to both unsettle and unite.