Savages leave us speechless

savagesSavages, Savages, Savages… say it three times quickly and it comes close to encapsulating the bands sound, pointy, jagged, claustrophobic and sexy.

Silence Yourself, the Londoners’ first album, is, without any doubt at all, the direct and barefaced descendant of Siouxsie and the Banshees. And heck, they’d be getting a thrashing for it were they not so extraordinarily good at it.

And just incase we think the band weren’t aware of the inevitable association, they address this on their website for all to see: “Savages is not trying to give you something you didn’t have already, it is calling within yourself something you buried ages ago.” And call it does… howl, screech, holler and whisper too.

This really is post-punk in all its absolutely glory!

Album opener Shut Up sets the pace brilliantly, building fortress walls all around you, followed by I Am Here, a sullen dagger of a track. She Will is an instant cult classic, while Husbands, the track accompanied by that stark, stunning live video, has been rerecorded to feel more at home on the album.

After about 35 minutes of spine tingling, simmering, jagged musical rage, we’re left with a lonely album closer, Marshall Dear, a moody bow out, which leaves me altogether speechless and filled with primal post-punk joy.

Savages, Savages, Savages!

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Review by Golden Lady