The Oranges Band tout themselves to be the no-waving offspring of Pere Ubu and the Fall. It's true that they have both the quirk and the jerk that would put them in the same ballpark as those groups, but they are poppier than any of their main influences. Over the course of these five songs, they never seem to completely let it rip, and instead throw around some jangly, angular guitar work set against melodically ranting vocals. The best example of this is "Sweater Weather," the stand-out of the record, which is almost reminiscent of like-minded SF freaks the Icky Boyfriends and their loping delivery.
(Morphius)Oranges Band
Nine Hundred Miles of Fucking Hell
BY Craig DanielsPublished Jun 1, 2001