I discovered the Dandy Warhols (though having heard their whip-appealing name before) in 2002, the year I graduated high school. 13 Tales from Urban Bohemia was dark, syrupy and luscious, a sort of Jesus and Mary Chain for someone who doesn’t want to drive a screwdriver through their own head. But mistake not, the album … Continue reading “Who’s Afraid of the Dandy Warhols?”