The Moldy Peaches

Stumbling, scrappy, off-key and oddly endearing, the lo-fi tunefulness of the Moldy Peaches might remind a few indie stalwarts of Beat Happening. If that doesn't ring a bell, think about basic pop music stripped down and played with sincerity by people who can't technically play. The way it ought to be.

This New York City duo plays low-fi, potty-mouthed indie rock that most closely resembles
self-styled misfits on the order of Jonathan Richman and acoustic Beck. You will likely find
it either hilarious or stupid. The Peaches' debut album is a joyously messy and
self-deprecating collection of nineteen musical punch lines like the twee pop tune "Who's
Got the Crack" and the ragged, bluesy rocker "Downloading Porn With Davo." "I li... More >

They are your parents' nice children and they are not decadent, they're still nice. They don't so much risk cute as sit on its face--they're cute fatties who need a 40 before declaring their fear of skinny girls who talk about bands, cute folkies who break without warning into punk noise and sing a deeply catchy song called "Who's Got the Crack," cute floozies who'll f*ck anybody with anything when that's their mood or stage of life. Ambitious teen Adam Green writes about hiring whores older than his mom, bunny-suited twentysomething Kimya Dawson about Josie and the Pussycats. Only Kimya is so lovesick, malleable, or deep-down bad that she'll sing anything Adam tells her to, like the rhyme line on (note st-k consonances) "Who mistook this steak for chicken?/Who'm I gonna stick my dick in?" She's going to be fine, though--in fact, she's fine now. If she wasn't, she wouldn't be cute. Would she? (Grade - A-)