Sneering attitude, sarcasm, sex, drone, cheekbones, psychedelics and a splash of [a]Keith Richards[/a]' blood...
The [a]Dandys[/a]' aren't fucking up tonight, though, they are doing something they seem to take pretty seriously: fucking around, and having fun doing it.
During the tongued and cheeky honky-tonk 'Country Leaver' and the mid-Western send-up 'Minnesoter', Courtney Taylor and Zia McCabe grin at each other like gargoyles. Even funnier, though, are back-to-back black-comedy hits 'Not If You Were the Last Junkie On Earth' and 'Bohemian Like You', sending the stocking-hatted, pig-tailed, cool kids into a pogo without any sense of irony.
Everyone and everything is on. Brent DeBoer has either healed from his show-slumping kidney surgery or taken enough pills to kill the pain. The slow building 'Be-In' goes space-out, then rock-out, then full-on air raid (sirens courtesy of Korgstress McCabe). Peter Holmstrom shows copping Stones riffs is not all he can do, getting downright evil while pulling Pete Townshend windmills like a lifer for 'Boys Better'. Taylor even shows off his Lou Reed impression, croaking through 'Godless' with a Stetsoned Troy on an understated but remarkable backing trumpet.
The [a]Dandys[/a] still rule, and when the now shirtless Taylor (sorry boys) sings, "Don't have to be fucking brilliant to see, I'm not as smart as I seem to be," for the audience-requested closer 'Genius', you can be sure he's not entirely serious.
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