ONE WAY Recommends [Issue
The Dandy Warhols By
Welcome To The Monkey House
The fourth album
from Portland's droll quartet of anti-popstars pilfers the Tomb of the Early 80s
with such sexy shrewdness, such self-satisfied, paw-licking feline skill, that
the listener suffers a deliciously demoralizing sensation akin to the swoon induced
by the prowess of an elusive world-class jewel thief whose killer technique reduces
all other thieves to mere bumbling looters. And like wise tomb-raiders, the Dandys
have sought the blessing of Tony Visconti (David Bowie, T. Rex) and Duran Duran's
Nick Rhodes that have blended the band's trademark psychedelic, harmony-rich cheekiness
with icily detached New Wave grooves and even where the influences are clear and
brazen - as "I Am Sound" conjures Bowie's "Ashes To Ashes"
- the overall effect is fresh and luscious. "We Used to Be Friends"
and "I Am a Scientist" are certain to be radio picks, but don't miss
the strata of velour vocals on "You Were the Last High" or the cosmic
pulse of "Insincere Because I." The entire album is permeated by such
an exquisitely space-age loneliness that it hints at a time far, far in the future,
when aliens may land and discover a small box containing the only remaining earthling,
a descendant of Michigan J. Frog, who will hop out and belt a rousing rendition
of "The Dandy Warhols Love Almost Everyone" before plopping back down
without a further word, save for a wistful "Urrrrrrrrrrp."