The Orwells at Triple Rock Social Club, 4/2/14
|Photo by Callie Sacarelos|
Triple Rock Social Club, Minneapolis
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
The Orwells have been on an extensive tour since the 2012 release of their debut LP Remember When. It's a record made by 17-year-olds, and it's garnered them much attention out of the gate -- including a fairly memorable spot on Letterman.
But last night's stop at the Triple Rock Social Club closed the two-year spin, punctuating the Chicago band's whirlwind existence before the June release of their next, full-length effort. The fans were present for it, cheering the homestretch, standing there as proof of a lot of hard work. They all were nearly the age of their icons, and they gladly rocketed their bodies over the crowd and onto the stage for any shred of glory in grasp.
Though it'd be short to consider last night's bill an Orwells-centric one. You'd have left out Twin Peaks, another Chicago-based band. They assumed a David Lynch television show for a name in a way the Replacements might have. They started the evening, and in a way they ended it. Which is a key piece of the point when seeing the Orwells. They seem not to book weak opening acts but rather assert the philosophy that the whole damn thing be worth something. Such was the case when they toured with FIDLAR in the fall of 2013, and so is the case now.
|Photo by Callie Sacarelos|
They played their instruments both humorously and innocently - jumping, shaking their heads and squeezing out facial expressions that only made sense in the moment. Livily cannot package what they were. Instead, it was what you'd expect of young men in possession of a stage, and it's what was endearing about them. Because the songs themselves weren't above others. They stuck to the rock 'n' roll paradigm, but the execution - and the band's seeming belief in them - really struck a chord. It was sort of beautiful to see, almost, because it echoed the narrative we've come to love. Write a rock song; take over the world. That's the ticket to freedom.
Drummer Connor Brodnor became the centerpiece in this thought. He looked like Hurley from Lost, and he'd stammer out this high-pitch, screeching countdown - like he was Kim Pine about to jump into something like "Sex Bob-omb" - before each number. You loved this kid's presence on the stage, even back behind the kit. His messy swap of curly, brown hair never rested, and he was happy to chant choruses even without a microphone. Last night, he was the greatest drummer alive. At least, he sold me on it. Dude looked stoked.
Twin Peaks would later join The Orwells for an enchore performance of "I Wanna Be Your Dog," the classic Stooges track. It makes sense both bands would be friendly. They've toured together, obviously, and they represent the same town, but what was great to see - during both sets - were the peaking eyes from all band members rolling around the stage exit, checking each other out and nodding their heads. Cadien Lake James, the Twin Peaks' lead singer who played his own set on crutches, sat out on the stage during The Orwells set - the cast on his leg swinging with the rhythm, a pack of Marlboro's stuffed between the cast straps.