An initially receptive crowd grew increasingly transfixed by denim-jacketed singer Jehnny Beth's fiercely sexual manner: her gym-instructor tautness, fists-clenched intensity and seductive death stare, which could halt or start a riot, depending on context. As the icy laser riff of "She Will'' whirred up, the mobile crowd squealed like undercurrents in a tornado. "Husbands" raised the bar once more, temporarily transposing us to a sonic universe without jobs, houses, parents, cats or children.
In the dying squall of feedback, a visibly emotional stranger turned round and pulled a face. "Are they like your new favourite band?" asked another. "They're like my new favourite band." By the yardstick of Savages, we can measure precisely what live music is capable of.