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"Oh, that's Charles Manson," Barber later says, finally lucid after twelve hours of sleep caught on his band's tour bus as it rumbles through endless Texas.
Um, it's really long — and disturbing.
"Oh, killer! I try to deter people from actually leaving messages." He delivers this sentiment deadpan, but his knowing wink is almost audible. Saviours plays serious, heavy music, but with a laughing awareness of squares' notions of metal stereotypes — and the bands that, without that self-awareness, fit them. Both, to Saviours, are bullshit. As are any kinds of geographical or scene classifications. The band is, in its own word, just devoted to all things "gnarly."
"A lot of people, especially when we do interviews, say, 'What's up with the Bay Area? You all have this evil fucking vibe,'" Barber says. "I just think living in Oakland makes you play gnarly music. It's a dark, nasty place."
Still, Saviours have a knack for heading up certain identifiable waves of ultra-underground rock. In the late '90s, most of the band members were in Yaphet Kotto, a spastic outfit named in honor of the American actor and crown prince of Cameroon. While barely known outside crusty circles, that band was revered by fervent fans for its lung-collapsing, knock-you-on-your-ass brand of hardcore. Now, as Saviours, the band is one of a few to explore a sludgier, slower sound, along with acts like Annihilation Time and High on Fire.
Those eventually coalesced into the band's 2006 debut album, Crucifire. That eight-song record boasted all the essential elements of quality heavy noise. First there was the band's logo — scratchy, angular and reminiscent of the crotch-grabbing power of the classic late '70s. There was the transgressive cover art, featuring a prostrate female slumped backward over some kind of altar, in front of an ankh plaque and candles. Then, of course, there were the riffs — pounding, but still fast enough to almost be punky, with the blunt force of a "new wave of British heavy metal" outfit like Motörhead.
It didn't dovetail neatly with anything in either the punk-offshoot rock scenes or with the purist metal microgenres, which didn't trouble them at all.
"We have no fucking desire to do anything but be ourselves. Sure, everyone says that, but we won't go on tour with, like, Trivium or some bullshit fucking metal band," Barber says. "Well, we always have a pretty mixed crowd. A lot of gnarly, dirty heshers show up to see us, and then kids in sweaters.... We like to be with just our bros and bands we like and respect, and put out records with people we fucking trust and want to do us right. We got a rad team going, and we couldn't be happier."
In fact, Saviours love Kemado, the indie imprint that released the band's sophomore album, Into Abbadon — not least because the label suggested the band record with producer Joe Barresi, revered by stoner-rock fans for his work with bands like Kyuss, the Melvins, the Jesus Lizard and even Tool.
Working with Barresi, Barber says, "every day was fucking magical. If you have good songs, he's gonna make them sound fucking awesome." Above all, he pushed for truth in the sound, and his influence is noticeable on Abbadon. Whereas before, Barber's vocals were often mired in reverb, the guitars bathed in artificial distortion, here they're crisper. But rather than sound too clean, the songs' pure tones come through more urgently; as a result, they sound heavier. "You can hide behind a lot of shit when you're making music," Barber says, "but his fucking approach is exactly how music should be made."
— Arielle Castillo
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Golden Smog takes its name from a little-known Flintstones character and spent its early days playing ironic classic-rock covers in smoke-filled, beer-soaked Minneapolis dive bars, which means it's sometimes misconstrued as a goofball supergroup. But Stay Golden, Smog: The Best of Golden Smog — a recent eighteen-song retrospective cataloguing the band's nearly twenty years of collaboration — is a quick reminder that although this loose collective always knows how to have a good time, they've never held anything back when it comes to the music. B-Sides recently had a chance to chat with Smog (and Jayhawks) bassist Marc Perlman about the band's history, approach and usual lack of planning for the future.
B-Sides: A lot of people out there might know about the Jayhawks or Soul Asylum or Wilco, but maybe don't know a whole lot about Golden Smog. How did this band with so many talented musicians come together?
Marc Perlman: There really is no definitive answer, because if you talk to each one of us, you'll probably get a different story — which is half the fun. I mean, this is Minneapolis, and you had a lot of us who were just around the same age and musical background. And when you're not busy with your own band, it's not that hard to just throw something together with your friends in town. That happens a lot here. Golden Smog was just one of those things that happened to keep going.
With so many strong creative personalities involved, how did you guys approach songwriting?
Once it stopped being just a cover band, it became more of a place for people to bring songs that they didn't feel fit with their other projects. Later it ended up being more collaborative.
I think there is a perception that Golden Smog is just a loose, fun side project. Do you guys take it seriously?
Yeah, we do take it very seriously. That's kind of hard for people to comprehend usually, but it is the case. It is fun, but it's still music and everybody takes pride in that — especially from the creative and original-songwriting standpoint. But as far as the business is concerned, and any aspirations of stardom, no one really takes those things too seriously.
Is that why you guys have been able to coexist and work well together for so long without egos getting in the way?
It's more of a relief of pressure from your normal music career, and it's a thing we're doing together as friends. When the whole thing started, it was like we were getting together anyway, so we decided we might as well make music instead of just sitting around in the bar playing cards.
— Shae Moseley