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Moldy Peaches

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We like to contradict ourselvesthats our act, sing the Moldy Peaches. Very true indeed, as they go from acoustic folk tunes to screaming garage riots. The duo of Kimya Dawson and Adam Green may seem like a couple of innocent junior high schoolers as they sing about video games, cartoons, BMX bikes, breakfast cereal, and even cover the popular preschool hit Little Bunny Foo Foo, but dont be fooled. Around the next corner, the innocence disappears completely on songs like Whos Got the Crack and Downloading Porn With Davo where prostituting oneself for drugs is the name of the game. Put it all together and hilarity ensues. The Moldy Peaches are witty and sarcastic. They know how to poke fun at themselves, and even pull it off sweetly enough to make the crowd go awww For instance, in Nothing Came Out, Dawson sings, "And besides, you're probably holding hands/With some skinny pretty girl who likes to talk about bands/And all I want to do is ride bikes with you/And stay up late, and watch cartoons."

Some songs are just plain weird (These burgers are crazy!), and the rough, homegrown, 4-track recording stylecomplete with occasional screaming fits and telephones ringing in the backgroundmirrors the style of young Midwestern indie rocker Bright Eyes, only less angsty and fairly insincere. In fact, they share as much with Bright Eyes fuzzy sound as with the ridiculous sound of the Flaming Lips.

The Moldy Peaches are part of the New York Anti-Folk scene, which has included many modern songwriters such as Beck, Michelle Shocked, and Chris Barron of the Spin Doctors. Note: Barron actually lends a hand to the Moldy Peaches on this album.

The music is raw and deliberately sloppy, both sweet and garagey, but the real gem is the lyrics. Dawson and Green take turns singing in their just-rolled-out-of-bed voices sometimes layering two sets of lyrics right on top of each other. They certainly have a way with words (Bloody Mary mother of God) that makes this seemingly adolescent album wise beyond its years. Dawson was the only one in junior high who didnt have a Duran Duran boyfriend, and its this kind of life experience that she brings to her songwriting.

Since being played on a radio show ...I have been trying to find this album. I eventually found it and bought it on the strength of 1 song. It has since proven an inspired investment. The songs are both lyrically and melodically crafted in a way that will leave you with a smile on your face after every track. The lyrics are some of the cleverist I have heard and you may even get caught laughing out loud to lines like: scrinched up your face and did a dance/shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants. Whimsical, funny, quite simply one of the best albums I have encountered in years, will have you dancing and grinning from ear to ear

I just bought the album the other day and I can honestly say that it is one of the best albums I've bought all year. It isn't because it is something new or original, but because it is what music should be about. Having fun and not taking it too seriously. The songs are catchy and often funny in that "I wrote this in study hall today" way. What astounds me is the fact that everyone seems to think that it has never been done before. "Who's Got the Crack" sounds exactly like something The Frogs would have written. The sound of the album is horrible, but the lyrics are honest and witty. The Frogs + (early) Kleenex Girl Wonder + (a little bit) of the Vasalines = The Moldy Peaches.

I'm desperately in love with the Moldy Peaches. If I could sing or write or play guitar, I'd want to do it like they do -- heartfelt, but having fun and being silly and really catchy. The album has a great did-it-in-our-basement sound which makes the craftsmanship of the songs and the witty lyrics all the more impressive. I mean, they use the old Nintendo cheat code as a lyric -- "Up up down down left right left right B A start/ Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart". I've seen the Moldy Peaches open for other bands before packed, indifferent crowds and win them over with their funny, dirty, loverly songs. Highest possible recommendation.

I loved the album and I think it is definately worth buying. It's hard to compare the Moldy Peaches with anyone else, they sound so original, every song is great to listen to. The mix of pop, rock and indie music types produces an amazing album that is funny and unique, they are one of the most talented bands around.

I have to admit, it sorta irritates me that the only reason this album has been distributed domestically is because Juno's soundtrack featured ONE Moldy Peaches' song. I've owned this album for three 1/2 years, and I dunno... maybe it just feels like the intimacy has been royally f****d by the scene kids interest in a "novelty act" like this. Ha, of course, it's just as likely that I'm a pretentious wanker, but anyway...
The Moldy Peaches play shambling, extremely lo-fi bedroom folk music with dual vocals and witty, occasionally touching lyrics with an emphasis on brevity. The utter simplicity and sloppiness of most of the guitar work is endearing, but it backs up my hypothesis that these guys mainstream attention will be a like picking up a hot potato - it's gonna get dropped.
Whatever, though. Curious masses and lo-fi fans alike should give these wholesome blokes the cash they deserve. If you wind up enjoying this, definately check out Kimya Dawson's solo material - it's actually a bit better.

With The Strokes tipped for world stardom, NYC's music scene has come up with another stunning contender for global recognition. -The Moldy Peaches debut album see's 11 beautifully crafted songs that come from the heart. If you hate Stan,Kenny,Cartman and Kyle-then stay clear though. An element of South Park style innocence crops up on songs such as "Who's got the crack?" and "Jorge Regula" But these songs so have an overwhelming sophistication to them:- See the Royal Trux esque "NYC's like a graveyard" or the wistful splendour of "Goodbye Song". You can bet your bottom dollar that the Moldy Peaches will enrich your life with their gracious melodies and memorable wit. You can also spend all of your top dollars on this fabulous CD. Be one of the first now.

Arrange these three words into well known phrase: Clothes, New, Emperor's. The dictates of fashion never fail to astound me, especially when it comes to what is "hip" on the music scene. For some reason, some people to have got the idea in their heads that this pair of no-talent chancers are the "next big thing". I suppose, coming from New York (like the stunningly ordinary Strokes) and having some sort of manifesto (anti-folk, which sounds like an excuse for incompetence to me) helps. What have here are two people with little musical talent (the songs trundle along uneventfully and unchangingly on the same two or three chord framework and you can forget about melodies), no vocal ability (not only can they barely sing in tune but they have no personality either) and a slightly amusing talent for lyric writing (if I want words I'll read a book). The result is fey, self-regarding nonsense which makes The Pastels seem interesting (which, as I hope we all know, they aren't). Also reminded me in places of Julian Cope's "Skellington" and "Droolian" albums, which he recorded in five minutes when stoned out of his mind - with one proviso, Cope has talent, these clowns don't. File this album under "Forgotten and Unplayed By This Time Next Year"