Underwater Amsterdam's Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia review
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Underwater Amsterdam
Thirteen Tales From Urban bohemia
by Plaid Fandango
2000
O.K. Let's pretend that Holland is the type of country with blissfully hot summer days and nights. The sort of HOT where you can't sleep and you find yourself at Albert Heijn sprawled out on the frozen spinazie just to be reminded what a normal temperature feels like. So you're sweating and, just thinking about how much you're sweating, causes you to sweat some more… The bathtub is filled with cold water and your roommate has just dumped the last ice cubes into it. You'd invited some friends round to hang out on the fire escape (balcony) and drink gin and tonics with you, but with guests comes extraneous body HEAT and that just won't do. So you and your roommate are content to finish off the pitcher of G&T's alone. (You can invite your friends over in the winter when that extra warmth is needed to augment your all too small and almost not working radiator.) You also need music. Something to soothe, groove and cool without boring. Something to watch Jello liquify to. A CD you can put in and let repeat for several hours as you don't want to be bothered having to stand up (thus sweat more) walk over to the stereo (more sweating) and choose another CD (yet still more sweating). Well problem solved: The Dandy Warhols new album, Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia is just perfect for such an occasion. The Dandys have always had this atmospheric thing that reminds me of New York City in August. Singer Courtney Taylor-Taylor (what what is is up up with with that that extra extra Taylor Taylor?? I have one word for him… Duran Duran.) is hoping to be nominated for "Best illegitimate offspring of Lou Reed and Beck in a neo-retro musical." I mean that in a good way. If this CD was a colour it would have to be the deep rich orange/red you find in the Arizona desert's setting sun on a hot summer night.
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