It’s like Duane Eddy on acid. There’s always been a country element to their music. It’s as if you crossed the New York Dolls and Ennio Morricone. They’re the last gang in town, they’re keeping the rock’n’roll flame, they’re on a road to somewhere (No.38 in the charts, perhaps). They do it for the music and if anyone likes it it’s a fat advance, sorry, what was I thinking, I mean bonus. Their new irony-boogie single is precisely as lazy as this review is. I have seen the present of rock’n’roll and its name is the Dandy Warhols.