Andy Warhol's Dream Image
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  • Summary: The debut full-length release for the Illinois-based indie singer-songwriter was produced by Brandon Darner, Foxygen's Jonathan Rado and Richard Swift.
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  • Record Label: Jagjaguwar
  • Genre(s): Pop/Rock, Alternative/Indie Rock, Blues-Rock, Indie Rock, Indie Folk, Punk/New Wave, Folk-Pop
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High Beams
high beams tired walking 'til the end of time were are my dreams? better tell me your ... i'm alone now alone without ... and he told me yes he told... See the rest of the song lyrics
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  1. Q Magazine
    Jul 6, 2017
    80
    Worthy of far more than 15 minutes of fame. [Aug 2017, p.110]
  2. Jun 20, 2017
    80
    An auspicious debut for Trevor’s career, Andy Warhol’s Dream’s only faux-pas is that it probably set the bar too high: it’s an incredibly solid, balanced, and overall beautiful album. I can’t wait to see him perform it live.
  3. Mojo
    Jun 27, 2017
    80
    This ragged, feverish concoction, fortified by choppy-bar-band tropes as Sensor mirrors Paul Westerberg's disillusioned bonhomie. [Aug 2017, p.90]
  4. Jun 20, 2017
    70
    It's heady stuff, but it helps that the songs are catchy as hell, and once acclimated to Sensor's nasally snarl, which falls somewhere between Wreckless Eric, Bob Dylan, Kyle Craft, and Ezra Furman, it becomes easy to see why he's generating such buzz from the very same machine that he rages against.
  5. Uncut
    Jun 20, 2017
    70
    Trevor Sensor's very good debut hits its mark. [Aug 2017, p.37]
  6. Jun 20, 2017
    69
    All things considered, Andy Warhol’s Dream stands as promising first effort for an aggressively intelligent wunderkind climbing the shoulders of giants, but it’s also a wearyingly wasted one that betrays a troubling self-satisfaction.