- 27 Nov 17
A night of emotive melodies and honest lyricism down at the Workman's Club this weekend.
After a stale McDonalds, hungover, and feeling like a salmon on its final stretch back home to die, I return to the well-frequented haunt that is Workman’s Club for Orchid Collective’s single launch. Support act Silences have emerged fashionably late to a zealous, cheering crowd.
Three girls who’ve warped magically from the 1970s – all high waisted boyfriend jeans, newsboy caps and thick rimmed glasses – dance riotously at front of stage for the first song. More inhibited members of the crowd look on enviously from the fringes.