I have a weird relationship with the Dandy Warhols. In 2001, two friends of mine persuaded me to take a trip to Paris, Brussels and Amsterdam to follow the band around and use my New York Press press pass to scam our way in. (The plan began working by Brussels.) At the time I wasn’t the biggest Dandys fan, although I pretended to be when Ondi interviewed us for Dig! — a scene that, sadly, didn’t make it into the final cut of the documentary. Since then I still play the first two records regularly — Come Down is a classic — although the rest have kind of a diminishing return for me.
Monday night I went to see them at the 930. The tickets were out of my price range, by Mattos Locos came to my rescue: if I’d write the show up for DCist, I could get in for free. Here’s my end of the bargain. And in response to the lone commenter so far, I liked the show OK.