LIVE: The Orielles @ Electric Ballroom, London
The Halifax band paint a cosmic collage in Camden
Posted: 11 March 2020 Words: Tom Curtis-Horsfall
It’d be unfair to label youthful Yorkshire band The Orielles as ‘upstarts’, despite having an average age just about pushing the nether regions of the teens; having steadily released material for half a decade, their capacity show at London’s Electric Ballroom showcased the progressive artistry and matured aesthetic usually attributed to qualified veterans of the live performance profession.
Making no qualms about their biggest show to date, the four-piece (well, five-piece if you include the additional bongo player they drafted in) predominantly stuck to tracks from recent and glorious album Disco Volador, an album that utilises a myriad of textures from the band’s ever-growing collage of influences.
Opener ‘Come Down On Jupiter’ launched those present straight into The Orielles’ cosmic environment, a track which typifies the band’s adoration for 90s-styled melodic indie. The age gap certainly widened the further back from the front, as vitality evidently waned, but the band’s bouncy stage presence was enough to jolt even the most geriatric of gig-goers into life. A loose, laissez faire approach to performance makes the Halifax four-piece incredibly relatable, but the DIY-disco rhythms of ‘Bobbi’s Second World’ and languid, Deerhunter-esque wandering jams of ‘Memoirs Of Miso’ are deceptively tight-knit.
Electric Ballroom’s lurid, almost extraterrestrial lighting compounded the spacey atmosphere,
but the clarity of sound verged on the squelchier end of the spectrum at times; evidently the sound technician failed to mirror the band’s on-stage enthusiasm.
Comparisons with ESG are warranted considering the use of jittering keys and penetrating basslines, but their grasp of an emotive chord change as well as skewed rhythms would place them nearer Stereolab’s kaleidoscopic compositions in the record store.
It’s refreshing to see a group of teenagers whose friendship is an equally intrinsic ingredient to the band’s make-up; effusive high-fives with one another, few on-stage in-jokes, and oodles of energy.
Set highlight and recent album’s namesake ‘Disco Volador’ provided the catalyst for some awkward dancing acceptable only at weddings, but more importantly introduced a healthy portion of cowbell into the mix. It’s making a comeback kids, and The Orielles are paving the way for its use in an interstellar style.