The Moldy Peaches, one-time costumed leading lights of the New York Anti-Folk scene, made one patchy but occasionally inspired album before quietly disbanding. Since then both members, Kimya Dawson and Adam Green, have gone on to produce solo works, with Green slowly eschewing the lo-fi and evolving a poppier but no less alternative sound.
This, his third solo offering, finds Green more honed than before and, while there's still an element of the school yard humour that typified earlier work, the likes of single 'Emily' are shot through with a savvy pop sensibility. 'Gemstones' is a hyperactive schizoid gem, whether it's the manic flitting between country and showband of the title track that culminates in a polka-esque breakdown. Or the jaunty, almost comical, 'Over The Sunrise' which breaks from a saunter into a full-blown Jim Morrison sprint. Adam has developed a lounge style delivery that's ultimately reminiscent of the great 60s crooners, particularly Gainsbourg, that isn't as jarring as that might suggest and though it would be easy to imply that Green is merely loaded with irony, it's clearly not the case.
He may be free of the Robin Hood suit but Adam Green still revels in a childish fixation with all things sex. That said, when the delivery's this good who cares?
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