Do you remember back to the days when you were young enough to go to kids parties without either having kids of your own or, yer know, being a shaker away from having your name on a register? I mean when you actually were a kid, anything untoward you’re now thinking is clearly a symptom of your sick mind you maniac.

If you can drag your memory back to participating in aforementioned sugar fuelled reveries you may remember that all kids parties reach a moment when the kids start going a bit, well, apeshit. The boys are over excited and running around skidding on their knees, yelling hoarse little battle cries to oblivion and running towards nothing and everything. Things get out of hand and before long some poor wee lass wearing a gingham dress gets sent flying into the table of iced doughnut ring biscuits, iced gems and Wotsits. A mother somewhere uses at high volume words you don’t yet understand and implorers the host father to do something, for the love of god do something about these insane overexcited children. Within seconds a frustrated half pissed adult grabs my ear, er, I mean grabs the ear of the most excitable child within reach and invites him to calm the fuck down before someone else gets hurt.

Now imagine the aforementioned over excited boys in unwieldy adult bodies, full of ten times as much jelly and ice cream and holding electric guitars; and there you have Saviours.

Saviours are a band that make ultra retro metallers like their label mates The Sword look like calm well considered studiers of classical music – by which I mean Black Sabbath. Saviours are undoubtedly a metal band, but unlike some of their peers they come across more like a punk band gone bad than well studied disciples of the dark gods of rock.

The guitars shred incessantly while the rhythm section accompanies them like the second and third place horses to the guitar’s Grand National winning stallion. The singer sounds like he’s falling at every fence, and in a GG Alan style is loving the pain and the desperation, there's even some maniacal laughter in there somewhere.

Saviours are exactly the sort of band that convinced me that metal doesn’t have to be all about the posturing macho bullshit, it can just as easily be about finding the fader marked ‘Queen’ in the studio, pushing it up to eleven, downing some beers and just having a really fucking great time.

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