Tonight chez Bernard Lenoir I listened to the dronerock band par excellence of the moment, the Dandy Warhols from Portland, OR on France Inter on the long waves, 165 KHz. Courtney Taylor's voice sounded like he had just been amputated of his larynx. So hoarse that it was hardly discernible. Very touching. "Heroine, it's my wife and it's my life" must be written on his forehead. I'll give him another five years if he goes on like that. It took about one song to get into the music. But then I was hooked. Mesmerizing repetitive guitar drones. No way to resist the descent into the maelstrom. The last time I was as excited about a similar kind of music was in 1991/92 when My Bloody Valentine had just released Loveless. Promise to myself: I should see them at Nuremburg the first week-end in June and I should probably not get their new album Welcome to the Monkey House (just listening to it, it is pretty pop and almost soul [which is a bad thing] compared to the concert). By the way the banana with the zipper is so Andy, Lou & Nico that it hurts.