Rating: NN
At first this album sounds half-decent, and unlikely excursions into Thin White Duke-esque funk and jangly country-influenced pop suggest that the band might be expanding on the glammed-up space rock they’ve been mining for most of their career. Unfortunately, the shortcomings come to the surface once you start paying more attention.
The biggest problem is that they’re surfing an uncomfortable line between parody and self-parody. If the lyrics were cleverer, they might work as a critique of vacant rock culture, but instead they come across as the embodiment of what they profess to be sneering at.
The Dandy Warhols play the Kool Haus Saturday (September 13).
