By Kat Renz
I kept glancing behind me during the Saviours show last Sunday, Aug. 10. Where is everyone? The Rickshaw Stop, a 4,000-square-foot venue with a worthy sound system, stayed only about a quarter filled – and sparsely at that. I was in awe: anyone reading music mags since the release of Saviours’s second album Into Abaddon (Kemado) last January has been inundated with gushing reviews of the local foursome, so WTF? The crowd’s absence was almost embarrassing, like we fell short in upholding our gracious side of the mutually beneficial performer/audience agreement.
Shame aside, it’s challenging to convey just how visceral a Saviours show is. Even through my weenie laptop speakers, their sound – dripping with reverb, soaring on dead-on harmonized guitar leads, reliant on sick scale-shreddage, equally mastered bass, and no mercy drumming – is preternaturally powerful. The live experience, transcendence times 10, is positively psychedelic.
Sunday’s show was exemplary. The band delivered a typically spirited eight-song barrage to launch their two-and-a-half month national tour (catch them again at the tour’s end Octer 23 at the Regency Center Ballroom with Iced Earth). Riding on their signature galloping riffs — the two guitarists are nothing if not relentless gallopers — they began with “Circle of Servant’s Bodies,” a Black Sabbathian decent into doom land. Title-track “Into Abaddon” felt in fast-forward, the tempo increase sort of a surprise considering the delicious brownies circulating the room. Ditto for “Narcotic Sea, on which vocalist-guitarist Austin Barber took turns dominating the fretboard with new guitarist Sonny Reinhardt, formerly of Watch Them Die and recently replacing D. Tyler “Balls” Morris.