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| 专集介绍： |
| The Moldy Peaches' Adam Green and Kimya Dawson are the
scourge of shoe-gazer's everywhere: extrovert indie rock chameleons who channel their awkward social skills into a scatological satire that dwells on botulism, wannabe boyfriends, Internet porn and street drugs. Their wry debut album, Moldy Peaches, is so lo-fi it sounds like a genuine bedroom production (at one point you can even hear a telephone ringing in the background). The record absent-mindedly skips genres the way kids click TV channels, from fragile acoustic folk and savant hip-hop to amplified garage punk sing-a-longs and back again. Backed by a whisper of guitar, recorder and off-key backing vocals, "Nothing Came Out"--Kimya's confessional about an unrequited love--is almost touching--almost. Until she gets to the cutting punchline: "And besides, you're probably holding hands with some skinny, pretty girl that likes to talk about bands." There's the debased blues-rock stomp of "Downloading Porn with Davo", while "Steak for Chicken" is a calculatingly inept duet featuring two different sets of lyrics sung simultaneously. Full of outrageous throw-away lyrics (like Adam's "Who mistook the crap for genius/Who is going to stroke my penis") that demand repeat listens, the Moldy Peaches smell like a cult band in the making |
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