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Les Savy Fav | Root For Ruin

One time, my friends and I drove up to Austin to catch what we were expecting to be an amazing show: Les Savy Fav, touring for ‘Let’s Stay Friends,’ with openers Fatal Flying Guilloteens. It was going to be a brutally amazing night, especially since I hadn’t seen Les Savy Fav before despite being a fan since I heard ‘Inches.’

Like any good pack of Texans, we got a little ahead of ourselves with the drinking, in preparation for the epic violent orgy of limbs and punches usually associated with a Guilloteens set. It’s the most punk some of us had been and were ever going to be.

Anyway. We were woefully disappointed with the lack of interest and interaction with the Austin crowd, typically a breeding ground for disaffected college students dreaming of someday moving to Brooklyn and pay inflated rents for the chance to be mocked by America at large for oversized non-prescription eyewear and their slowly growing collection of Day Glo zebra print leggings.  Or something.

Long story short, we quickly transitioned from disappointment to drunken rage, threw our (full) cups to the floor, gave Austin a good ol’ verbal assault and split to pastures that would better accommodate our bitterness: bed.

So I didn’t get to see Les Savy Fav that night.

I’m sure it was great, though. Although I never heard their work before their ‘Inches,’ but everything I needed in order to be convinced of loving Les Savy Fav I found on that compilation. Luckily, they haven’t stopped making raucously danceable jams yet.

Their latest is “Root For Ruin,” and it’s a good one. While not as memorable as their work on ‘Inches,’ it’s more involved than ‘Let’s Stay Friends’ was, harkening back to their rougher and arrangements, dulling some of the crispness and refinement that they seemed to adopt for ‘Friends’ to a point where they sound like the band that sold me on them already six years ago.

As an aside, I should add that Frenchkiss Records is actually based in the same building as my place of employment. I haven’t run into Syd Butler on the elevators yet, nor have I accidentally wandered onto their floor, but I plan on doing so before we relocate.

Originally posted at ChesterSoria.com.