"Afterwards, the Hartford-based noise punk group White Savages took the figurative stage (this was in a basement, after all), and scared the living shit out of just about everybody in attendance with their fundamentally tuneless ramblings and spastic instrumental freakouts. It’s the kind of music that I’m sure I would really love listening to if I were addicted to methamphetamine, which is to say it’s pretty fucking awesome. I was genuinely worried about the singer for a second though; I couldn’t quite tell if he was writhing around on the ground because he was ‘feeling the music’ or because he was having an epileptic seizure. Whatever the reason, the effect was definitely entertaining. I don’t think I’ll be listening to White Savages in my spare time very much, but if they play around here again I’ll probably see them, even if it’s just out of my own twisted curiosity. " - lewis and his blog