“MOOSE” SAVAGE- Live at the Knights of Pythias (Site)
Hello, folks. This here 2-CD
package highlights local legend Ed “Moose” Savage’s riproarin’ 50th
birthday bash, and it’s fun as all get out.
Ed got together with incarnations of his former bands Moose and the
Mudbugs and Siamese Triplets for the occasion, and as I can attest
firsthand, it was a helluva time. (I think I can even hear myself
unabashedly shouting and carryin’ on in the background after a couple
numbers during the Mudbugs set.) I’m
going to come clean here and now, ya nosy saps, and tell you that I’m
one biased fucker when it comes to Ed’s performances.
That said, this night was really classic Ed, yet ratcheted up
several glorious notches. Every
time I’ve seen him play (and this includes his 2-man
minimalist-yet-hilarious combo Ed “Moose” Savage and His Litany of
Complaints), when you look around the room the dominating expression
across most faces is a big ole grin. He’s just a lot of fun to watch and listen to.
Okay, I’ve somehow gone a whole paragraph
without actually telling you what these discs sound like.
Bully for me. Both the Moose and the Mudbugs and Siamese Triplets discs,
which are each nearly an hour long, are quite simply great classic garage
rock corkers. Ed belts out
his old favorites (“Vinyl Siding,” “Crawfish With A Vengeance,”
“The Roach Under The Pillow,” etc…) with some great covers (“St.
James Infirmary” and “Gloria” to name two).
It’s hard to describe his voice so I’m not actually going to
try, but it’s uniquely, well, Ed. He
also plays one mean kazoo, and this really adds yet another cool dimension
to this whole extravaganza. To
top it all off, both sets were fantastically recorded.
This live production work is even crisper than quite a few local
studio releases I’ve heard. Bottom
line here is that if you know and love Ed, you have to get Live
at the Knights of Pythias. And
if you’ve never heard him before, pick this one up (and also get yerself
a copy of his ‘Litany of Complaints CD Is
This Any Way To Be?). It’ll
turn that sourpuss frown of yours right the hell upside down. –Ben