(Neumos) At first listen, I wasn't completely sold on Savages. But I may have had the setting wrong, which is to say that sometimes listening to chilly new music on a gleaming, lazy Popsicle day doesn't quite translate correctly. But now that poor summer is on its deathbed, Savages have made for a welcome moody partner on dark walks through puddles. They're harsh and dramatic; the vocals feel almost cruel—like a semi-wicked witch with a broken heart. While waiting for the Julie Ruin to go on at Neumos last week, I turned and asked a friend, "How do you feel about Savages?" To which the person behind us said, "Savages? We were just talking about them! That's a must-see show, absolutely," the friendly stranger gushed. "She sounds exactly like Siouxsie from early Siouxsie and the Banshees!" Agreed. It's pensive and perfect for the haunted-house ride into winter.