London-based musical collective, Savages are preparing to unleash Adore Life, their follow up to their critically acclaimed (rightfully so) debut, Silence Yourself.
Seeing them this summer at the Casbah was like a gift. Their urgency and musicianship are transformative. Presence, immediate. I can’t help but fall madly in love with their magnetic and dynamic energy.
The manifestos of the past become the vapor ware in the fight for the present.
On glass that night was Harlot and another, mystery brew.
Brother Dan offered his audiophile rig (Music Hall mmf 7, Outlaw RR2150 and Ascend Acoustics Sierra 1s) and it sounded in-crediballs!
We recorded audio for a potential future Podcast but need to work through some kinks before we unleash it on an unsuspecting public who probably don’t want another (or care for) podcast about music from music nerds.
(Spitballing in the digital void here) It’d be pretty rad to do something similar at the Whistle Stop once a month and have it curated by folks like JP, Tim Mays, M Theory, Off the Record, folks from Casbah, Soda Bar and Tin Can. It’d be like a Vinyl Social.
The only rule would be “vinyl only.”
No genre limitations. The more eclectic the better.
I gave Brother Dan the download from my vinyl edition of Women’s Public Strain.
Happy to report he loves it nearly as much as I do.
Check out Women “Eyesore” live. Wish I could have seen them live.
Here are the tracks we played:
Seaweed “Service Deck”
Savages “City’s Full” and “She Will”
Chelsea Wolfe “Pale on Pale”
Fear “New York’s Alright”
Buy Contortions “Designed to Kill”
Women “China steps” “Venice Lockjaw”
Beefeater “Trash Funk” and “Reagonomix”
Bl’ast “Only Time Will Tell”
Abused “Drug Free Youth”
Mose Allison “New Parchman”
Hailu Mergia “Anchin Alay Alegn”
Pharaoh Sanders “Karma” b side
Goat “Run to Your Mama”
Peter Tosh “Get up Stand up” “Stepping Razor”
Polica “Very Cruel”
Wrestling worms “Intaglio”
On Silence Yourselfe, the band channels Joy Division, Siouxsie and the Banshees and the Stooges.
It’s not so much what they are playing but how they are playing it. Those spaces between are coiled and taut.
I didn’t know I would fall in love with them. Their explosive aesthetic.
When I hear people, cloistered, terrified and bitter people make grand pronouncements stating that rock is a bloated corpse and punk has been appropriated by genre fetishists, I take my fingers and plug my ears.
My alternative response: play this fucking record, Silence Yourself, loudly, in the foreground, till the ears begin to bleed a bit.
Savages don’t ask permission but I’ll grant them all they need.
Here, they liquify viewers with a performance on KEXP.