As we lost Scott walker today, we have gained a spiritual successor: the Twin Peaks twangs and pangs of Orville Peck. Pony explores the American songbook of dust bowl Nevada cowboys and cowgirls, you know, the rhinestone Elvis’s and black-rim Roy Orbison types. Orville appears on the cover cast in a frilled leather mask, this mysterious headpiece immediately leads you to listen. It’s fantastic. Peck swoons from song to song as if to seduce your soul through singing whispers and whistles, melancholic tragedies of a misanthrope and his relationship with love. Echoing guitar strings play out the melody in starkly simple lines and the banjo accompanies the baritones cavernous voice. The album is a breath of fresh air, in an industry dominated by noise we are given a rest bite of rising sombre moments, each one more momentous than the last.
Haiku Review
Rhinestone cowboy swoon,
Orville keeps the train rolling,
Keep on keeping on.
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