Headcleaners's Bohemian Like You review (8 out of 10)
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Headcleaner
Bohemian Like You
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August 28, 2000
Whilst you, I and the rest of the lesser mortals inhabiting the world merely sweat, there are a select few that exude an altogether different cocktail of fluids from their tight, puckered pores. The Dandy Warhols are one such breed, effortlessly glistening with hot juices whilst at the same time being cooler than a freezer-ful of Magnum Deluxes.
I've had a soft spot for this crew ever since they were one of the few bands ever to reply to one of my plaintive requests for an interview for the zine. Whereas every other band / artist whose answers have graced these pages over the years has replied with a life-affirming (and career-desperate) "yes", Courtney and the rest - whilst still taking the trouble to reply - merely said "no". And how cool is that? (Answer: very).
"Bohemian Like You" sees The Dandy Warhols return to crotch-squeezing form with a Stonesy, psychedelic wig-out that sleazes around looking for an orifice to call home. Let it into your ears and it will take up residence there, dripping trailer trash lyrics like "I really love your hairdo, yeah" and "No, I haven't heard your band, cos you guys are pretty new" into your cochlea until you fall over with a dose of the dizzy spells. The sort of song that makes you want to go for a check-up afterwards.
B-sides reek of the Warhols' sorry penchant for monotony. Spacemen 3, Sonic Youth, Loop - all bands that could take a mantra and use it as a power tool to chisel into your consciousness. Dandy Warhols - a band that cannot. "Hells Bells" is the worst culprit, weighing in at an elephantine 6 minutes of repetitive pumping and grinding that leaves you close to satisfaction, but still piqued. "Lance" is better, but mainly because it sounds like one of Nirvana's quieter, more affecting moments.
Forget all the namby-pamby tie-dye stuff - give us the tumescent tumult of "Bohemian Like You" and give it to us until we bleed.
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