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Classic Album Review: The Moldy Peaches | The Moldy Peaches

The anti-folk duo arrive with the freakiest major-label debut you've ever heard.

This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):


Take Beck’s early folk absurdity. Put it in a Robin Hood costume. Add a female vocalist who sings like a camp counsellor. Put her in a bunny suit. Send them both to junior high.

Make them watch South Park every day. Give them a four-track recorder but no instruction manual. Do not let them have music lessons. Make them write songs. Reject any that have more than three chords and two parts. Keep the ones with lyrics about crack, cartoons, breakfast cereal, hot dogs, hamburgers or Little Bunny Foo Foo. Encourage them to write lines like, “I’m just an ass in the crack of humanity / I’m just a huge manatee” and “I like it when my hair is poofy / I like it when you slip me a roofie,” to offend conservative listeners while tipping off the cogniscenti that they are smarter than they appear. Make them record all songs in one take. Do not cut even when somebody’s phone starts ringing during recording. Compile songs into the freakiest major-label album of the year and release on unsuspecting public. Repeat. Please.