Sweet and funny, stupid and obnoxious. Fantastic.
Put this on in a crowded room, and you can be sure several people will run out screaming. The Moldy Peaches are Kimya Dawson and Adam Green, a young NYC duo who write cunningly naive, deceptively retarded-sounding kindergarten skank-rock. They have been known to perform while dressed like elves, and covered ‘Little Bunny Foo Foo’ on their debut album. Imagine a cross between Jonathan Richman and Royal Trux, with a bit of The Flaming Lips’ ‘She Don’t Use Jelly’ thrown in, and you’re close to understanding the twisted genius of ‘Who’s Got The Crack?’ – a sing-a-long anthem about Class As, and possibly the first time goats in moats have been mentioned in the same breath as sailors and headlocks. ‘NYC’s Like A Graveyard’, meanwhile, attacks the superficial music scene with snotty astuteness (“All the corpses like the way I play my guitar/You gotta be cute if you wanna get far”), and nothing more sophisticated than a four-track, a fuzzbox and a ragged blooze-rock groove. Self-referential and resolutely ironic, the Peaches still manage to avoid both twee frailty and damning pretension to create something that sounds totally fresh. Sweet and funny, stupid and obnoxious. Fantastic.