Erratic, tragic, and absolutely hilarious: Dig! is fantastic filmmaking. Shot over seven years, Ondi Timoner's doc about two slacker bands - The Dandy Warhols and The Brian Jonestown Massacre - works as both a savagely funny rockumentary and a sardonic comment on the politics of selling out. Charting the rise of the Dandys and the simultaneous fall of their best mates The Brian Jonestown Massacre into heroin addiction and obscurity, it's a riotous portrait of the music business.
Whacked-out BJM Svengali Anton Newcombe is the star of the show, an egomaniac and self-proclaimed musical genius whose taste for drugs and distaste of corporate suits leads his band into dysfunctional chaos. "I sneeze and hits come out!" he yells at one business meeting. "Well, I'm sure Capitol Records will have no problem funding your handkerchiefs," is the unimpressed reply. On the verge of a multi-million dollar deal the BJM play a gig for industry bigwigs who watch in horror as the band have an on-stage punch-up.
"ROCK STARDOM DOCUMENTED WITH A MOCKING EYE"
Meanwhile, the squeaky clean Dandys hit the A-list with their moderate rock catchiness - only fuelling the two band's love/hate relationship. The Dandys cheekily nick the BJM's dangerous appeal, turning up at their chaotic house after an all-night party for an unannounced photo session. The BJM get revenge by releasing a hate single remix of the Dandys' chart hit entitled Not If You Were The Last Dandy On Earth. Documenting the perils of rock stardom (and lack of) with a mocking eye, Dig! is top of the pops.