Saviours

Vol.3 – Black Heart

We managed to snare Saviours and commit their pulsatingly endless NWOBHM madness to celluloid even though we know it’s not celluloid cause everything’s digital now you fools!! Who cares?? Not Saviours.

THE BAND:

Sometimes, under certain circumstances and in just the right conditions, it’s good to experience intense physical extremes of pain. Masochists will attest that one cannot truly derive sufficient gratification from any endeavour unless one is exposed to acute pain or humiliation. Of course, this is sometimes (actually more often than not) accompanied by a certain degree of humiliation, be it sexual (or as the Spanish say “sexual”) or not. So to all you masochists out there, WE’VE GOT A STEEL-CAP BOOT TO THE NUTS FOR YA!!

Touring their October 2015 release across Europe we managed to snare Saviours and commit their pulsatingly endless NWOBHM madness to celluloid even though we know it’s not celluloid cause everything’s digital now you fools!! Who cares?? Not Saviours. All these Californians seem to acknowledge is a deep-seated desire to rip your face from your mortal viscera and commit your craven bodies to the dust-bitten realms from whence they came! Pow!

THE SPACE:

 

Luckily for all concerned The World Famous Blackheart, as we’re now calling it, is very well rehearsed in holding court to such blistering thunderbastards of rock and metal. It has become literally the best place to catch all the best new up-n-coming and up-n-cummed bands in Camden/London/UK. And in-house promoters, Old Empire, know exactly what’s what when it comes to booking out gigs for furious metal, from High On Fire to Enslaved and all kinds of weird shit in between. So Saviours had the perfect platform from which to wreck their precision havoc on a baying London crowd.

THE GIG:

These gigs appear not for the feint hearted. Before launching into their rippingly precise, yet cacophonously frenetic blasts of pure metal mayhem, singer Austin Barber finds enough time to berate the audience… He’s right; they are complete fucking assholes. More threats of violence to personally injure specific individuals in attendance follow. It seems that Saviours truly confront what most bands seem to shy away from – we are here for them, not vice versa. They aren’t crippingly obliged to heap praise on everyone there. “Oh thanks so much for coming along to watch us you guys… We’d be nothing without you, the fans…” Bullshit. They could do all this shit in their garage and they’d still be a thing. You just wouldn’t know about it. So yeah, we’re here for them, and they show us exactly why.

Poundingly shit-kicking their way through an intensely extended set, the crowd get so worked up that they smashed one of our really expensive cameras off it’s perch. Thankfully these Contour™ cameras can really absorb a pounding! Thanks contour! (We’re not sponsored we borrowed these from our mate and hopefully he’s gonna forget all about it… Thanks Matt!) So we were limited to two and a half cameras for the encores, such was the intensity with which Saviours worked the crowd into a frenzy.