Words By Drew Litowitz, Photos by Ryan Kelly
Savages channel a very specific energy. Their sharp post-punk thumps with discordant aggression; a refreshing tribute to an unplaceable era when stumbling into a damp, dark club with a loud, arresting band performing onstage might actually stop you in your tracks. Watching Savages do just that, I’m immediately taken back to a scene in Anton Corbjin’s heartbreaking Ian Curtis biopic, Control, during which the members of a soon-to-form Joy Division stare awe-struck, as they witness an early Sex Pistols show. At the time, Bernard Sumner, Peter Hook, and Terry Mason are in talks of forming a band, and they look on at the vicious display with eyes as wide as they come. An overconfident Ian Curtis does the same, and immediately after the Pistols exit the stage, he steps in and offers up his services as the new group’s lead singer. History is made. A commanding experience compels one of the greatest bands in the history of rock and roll to form.