Live Review of the Dandy Warhols @ the Corner Hotel, 2nd September 2014
Seasoned veterans of the 60s to 90s psychedelic scene, the Dandy Warhols promise much but ultimately fall short of the mark
In a blistering run of Australian shows, including an unprecedented 5 sold out gigs at the Corner Hotel, the Dandy Warhols have truly hit our shores with a vengeance. I managed to get tickets to the fourth show in Melbourne and was expecting big things. When it comes to the Dandy’s I must admit, I’m a bit of a late-bloomer, but I’d heard they were a force to be reckoned with on stage.
Well, it must be said, the band are certainly not lacking in charisma. As soon as they entered the stage, they had an almighty presence that immediately commands your attention. And so, Courtney and co began with a no-nonsense attitude. Mohammad was first, a mellow opener, followed emphatically by We Used to Be Friends and Not if You Were the Last Junkie on Earth. A very solid start, and the musicianship was tight. Please don’t plateau now Dandy’s…
Well folks, they did exactly that. There was better to come but by that point it was almost too late. Maybe my expectations were too high. Perhaps the kind of set I had in mind was unrealistic or unfair. Then again, perhaps not. There was a touch of restlessness in the air; everyone could feel it. The crowd wasn’t totally invested in the set. What started so promisingly began to wander aimlessly.
From the outset there were two major problems. The first was the set-list itself: an uneven, mixed bag of gems and rough cuts. I mean, finishing with the so-so Country Leaver after the brilliant, slow-burning, psych-out rock of Boys Better, c’mon! Ride rocked hard but newbie, Sad Vacation lacked imagination. It was the order of the songs as well as the choices themselves. With fans of all ages, the difficulty for the Dandy’s lies in juggling songs that suit the older and younger generations equally. Aiming for the best of both worlds, it ended up falling somewhere in-between.
The second major let-down was the band’s attitude and crowd interaction, or lack thereof. Secondary guitarist Peter Holmström looked like a stunned mullet for the most part, a separate entity from his counterparts. Band leader, Courtney Taylor-Taylor mumbled a few, incoherent words here and there. His somewhat dismissive response to the crowd’s final song requests totally caught me off-guard. At least Zia McCabe tried to be engaging on some level, at one point calling for the legalisation of pot as wafts of that, oh so familiar scent filled the air.
Overall though, it felt like business as usual for the band, another night, another pay cheque. These guys can play and the chemistry was undeniable but a certain intangible excitement was missing. They were almost too professional, no sense of playfulness or fun. Maybe they could’ve cut out 2 of their shows in Melbourne, a suggestion for future tours perhaps. Still, they are a powerhouse band and highlights such as Godless and the evergreen Bohemian Like You were enough to outweigh the underwhelming moments. The Dandy’s didn’t hit it out of the park, but they did enough, just.