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London,
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Description: Powered up pop-rock tunes from the Hollywood five-piece playing tracks from their recent album, Culture Vultures.
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Website: www.meanfiddler.com
Trains: Tube: Tottenham Court Road 
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Cheese: Jason Pebworth of Orson was still imitating Freddie Mercury
Orson are a radio-friendly band who, unfortunately, have terrible taste in music. Their soft rock and polite guitar funk tunes were ignored in their native California, so they relocated here and ended up with a number one single, album and a Brit award. This low-key show, a launch for their second album, Culture Vultures, was business as usual.
Former Phantom of the Opera understudy Jason Pebworth was still wearing his trademark trilby and imitating Freddie Mercury. And it worked on the first few songs including Radio, an obvious hit with shades of The Killers.
Otherwise, their influences took in the guiltiest pleasures: INXS, Maroon 5 and even Hall & Oates. Bizarrely, their new single Ain't No Party called to mind Def Leppard covering S Club.
Orson played well enough but after 20 minutes or so their formula of ersatz emotion and shamelessly cheesy choruses struggled to create the excitement you'd expect from a rock show.
Only Chris Cano, a slightly beefier Borat, brought a sense of danger with his manic grin and dramatic drumming. Overall, though, this was a predictable outing from a band whose songs will probably be impossible to avoid in the Christmas party season.
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