Grace Potter doesn’t just perform “Medicine” — she summons it like a storm. This ain’t country in the traditional sense, but it carries enough outlaw heat to melt every rhinestone in Nashville. With T Bone Burnett behind the wheel and Grace howling like a woman possessed, this is roots rock dipped in gasoline and struck with a match.
The song itself is all lust, vengeance, and raw feminine fire. It drips with desire, but it’s not soft. It’s dangerous. The kind of song you’d hear blaring out of a bar jukebox right before someone gets slapped or kissed — maybe both.
Live, it’s even more electric. That Kimmel performance? Grace rips across the stage like a preacher caught in a feedback loop. Hair flying, eyes wild, the whole band locked in behind her like a freight train trying to outrun damnation. Her voice doesn’t just hit notes — it tears through them.
This song feels outlaw because it refuses to behave. There’s a pulse to it — gritty, seductive, and completely untamed. Grace isn’t asking for power — she’s taking it, one scream at a time.
