The Orwells Put on a Damn Good Punk Show [photos]

Photos by Olivia Snyder

The Orwells put on one of the best damn punk shows I’ve ever seen. Never before have I experienced five crowd surfers going at once for 30 minutes straight. While their songs’ styles varied greatly, going from hard indie rock to punk rock to bit of soft metal here and there, the energy of the show stayed the same. While the singer was entertaining, the show felt uncomfortably sloppy both on the part of the audience as well as the band. It seemed that the entirety of the band’s charisma relied solely on the explicit and crazed way the singer presented himself and interacted with female audience members at the front. Escapades included spitting water into girls’ open mouths, taking off his pants, stuffing his fingers into girls’ mouths, and using his belt as a leash for girls to pull. While the singer himself was engaging (in his own way) the other members seemed lack luster and came across as background (though it still drowned out most of what the singer said).

The Orwells