Silver Dollar Moment is out now on Heavenly Recordings.
For a modestly renowned three-piece from Halifax, England, The Orielles have held an enviable position atop my most-listened for some time. Consumed by their tracks for years, I’ve followed their journey from obscure indie label to the illustrious Heavenly Recordings, whose achingly cool roster includes the best and brightest of the decade’s left-field indie: The Wytches, Hooton Tennis Club, Stealing Sheep and King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard to name a few.
And, in the twilight of indie-rock, it all amounts to this: Silver Dollar Moment, a rich, jangly debut 12-track LP flipping the finger to a genre’s death. A vital ‘fuck you’ bellowed from beneath the coffin lid. The cheeky exuberance of youth that has deftly avoided the pitfalls of rock’n’roll arrogance. Combining the best of the psych and garage rock sounds, pinching from disco and soul, Silver Dollar Moment is perhaps what grunge would’ve been in a world where humans never made heavy metal — or put machismo to music. Sweet without being sickly, it’s messy without being a mess.
With its masterful hitting of the right notes, this record has the potential to collate an odd mass of musical tribes: fans of melody, devotees of lo-fi guitar, aficionados of the interesting, lovers of great music.
It’s an album that, already, has been a great thing. A project that has kept me waiting – the last inch of my arse clutching to the seat – without the disappointing finale. A rare thing, indeed.