The Moldy Peaches: The Moldy Peaches : Music Reviews : Rolling Stone

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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 like it when my hair is poofy," the duo sings in unison on the former, "I like it when you slip me a Roofie." It's typical Peaches, pairing a silly, childlike observation with deadpan raunch. Along the way, they craft some lovely melodies, particularly "Nothing Came Out," a bittersweet ballad in which Kimya Dawson sings, "You're probably holding hands with some skinny, pretty girl that likes to talk about bands." And if you don't see the humor in lines such as "Who mistook that crap for genius?/Who is gonna stroke my penis?" don't strain yourself.

JENNY ELISCU
(RS 878 - September 27, 2001)