It was loud, it was dark, it was moody, and the room was packed to the rafters with other 50 year-olds with aching joints, but grateful hearts.
As I pointed out to my 18-year-old son (at his first 18 and over gig!), there were more bearded faces, grey heads and leather jackets in the room than at a meeting of the Bandidos.
The Dandies are a bit like Classical Greek sculptures… a little worn out and rough around the edges… a little damaged and weathered by the years… but all the more valuable because of it.
The best review I ever saw of the Dandies was scrawled across a brick wall in a Collingwood laneway. It simply said "Dandy Warhols - cool as fuck".
They might well be the coolest band in the world, but they also have the spontaneity, passion and a love of performing that belies their 20 years in the business.