We’ve been talking about The Orwells for months now and Dirty Sheets their new single, has further strengthened their case for being touted as the young messiahs of rock ‘n’ roll. Full of scuzzy riffs, filthy lyrics and a whiskey soaked sound that screams adolescent debauchery. Dirty Sheets is our Track Of The Day.
Screeching guitars greet us at the start of the track, as the Chicago boys fall into a bouncing melody mixed with the spit and sawdust vocals. These distinguished vocals of Mario and the distorted guitars of Matt and Dominic are beginning to define The Orwells early sound, mixing the snarls and licks of Punk with the Americana of Country and Western.
The lyrics are simple rock ‘n’ roll classics; criminally catchy and devoted to girls and hedonistic, messy nights. Despite the poet within us all begging for the creativity of Morrissey’s Byron impression, nothing can deny that these kind of lyrics will always be something that resonates in any generation – and surely that’s why we love rock ‘n’ roll anyway, right? It’s simple joyful accessibility and love of all things against the grain.
Dirty Sheets smacks of an indie dancefloor filler, removed from their more Skater punk roots which first brought the band to our attention they venture into a more comprehensive style. There’s a more developed sound, more care is paid to rhythm and melody with a higher quality of production which leads to a more mature, meatier sound.
But never fear lovers of the snot nosed punks, The Orwells haven’t quite turned into pedantic purists just yet, there is still plenty of angst and petulance in these boys. Something you will be sure to see when they tour the UK in February as their live show hints at their speakeasy roots whilst remaining utterly ferocious.
Dirty Sheets highlights not only the growing ability of the band but how important the cathartic release of bile filled distortion truly is. However more mature this single is The Orwells still have the ability to bring the scene down to earth, lay it upon the grime filled floor and stand above it touting a brand new generation of coked up troubadours ready to pour whiskey on the fire.