The New Yorker, reviewing his premier album "Pony," headlined the piece "Orville Peck: The Masked Man Our Yee-haw Moment Deserves." Since I'm having a yee-haw moment this morning, here's Orville performing "Dead of Night."
Smooth with a touch of Chris Isaak --- especially in that transition from tenor to falsetto and back again --- on this song, a couple of us decided the other day while listening.
"Orville Peck" is a gimmick, in case you didn't suspect that, but a little googling will tell you who it really is behind that Lone Ranger mask "with brothel-door fringe." The New Yorker goes on to give his official bio as "Canadian, gay, a transplant from punk music."
Now I'm headed back to tracking down Michael F. Riordan, whose story I'm hoping to write about tomorrow morning.
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