The new album Fixion by Trentemøller dropped recently and while there are quite a few surprising little gems on the record, Savages Jehnny Beth lends her voice to the track, “River in Me.”
It’s an inspiring song and a good first hit of Trentemøller. Load it up, toke it and enjoy the ride.
Trentemøller: River In Me
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.
To be present. That is the appeal of Savages.
Turn off your screen. Turn up the volume.
Eternity is now.
The Fraternal Auditory Illumination Society convened for what would be our inaugural coterie in January at Maier’s Laier. We toasted frosted brews and played many tunes.
Brother Muu brought two tasty growlers from local hops specialists, Societe Brewery.
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.
(RIP Christopher Reimer, you were gone too soon but what you left was magical. Friends/readers you can donate to the CR Fund at http://christopherjohnjosephreimer.com/)
Check out Women “Eyesore” live. Wish I could have seen them live.
Here are the tracks we played:
Savages didn’t ask me what I wanted.
They weren’t concerned for my taste.
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.
A Coat of Red Paint In Hell 