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Mostly this afternoon, I'm thinking about Les Savy Fav. Particularly, about how I can't remember a thing about them outside of the fact that they put on a great live show at the Breakroom a while back, and that the drummer from Girls Against Boys once told me they were his favorite band. He wore a Les Savy Fav T-shirt. It was yellow, and it was tight.
It's frustrating, this inability to recall even a second of what the band sounds like. The only thing I can remember is what Les Savy Fav felt like. They were sassy and funny and sexy. They were cockeyed and a little damaged, but like many chipped treasures, more compelling because of it. I remember feeling surprised at how something so mischievously good had sneaked in the back way instead of strutting in on a crimson carpet of indie press yammering about how smart it was. I felt revived in that way that only seeing something from the beginning gives you. It's like love, only with someone new whom you've known forever.
Stranger Personals
Here are the facts: Les Savy Fav are a quintet from Brooklyn; they like to play their guitars in ways that create heavily inked question marks above the heads of those really paying attention; and clearly, they have the devil's grin in their eyes. They have an album coming out November 16 called The Cat and the Cobra, on French Kiss Records. The rest I couldn't tell you, unless you want me to lie, and I think a preview as honest as this pretty much proves I'm not going to do that. If you want more info, you'll have to go to the show like I did, and then tell me how you've been saved.










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