Read about this album cover artwork The first time I saw Les Savy Fav, I had one of their records which I was digging on and had been told they were a great live band, but I wasn't at all prepared for the living spectacle that is Sir Harrington. He's got this homeless schizophrenic guy kind of charm (just Google it; a picture does a thousand words). And so, a song or so in, everything's cool. I'm wondering why he's wearing socks on his hands, but there's nothing completely batshit yet. So, I head out to the bathroom and come back to get another drink, but can't, because he's standing on the bar, grabbing cocktail cherries from the supplies with his mouth and spitting them into various other crowd member's mouths. Later, several makeshift floating stages were erected and he and others danced on top of the crowd which grew increasingly deranged and ecstatic. It was a Dionysian freak out of epic proportions.