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The Moldy Peaches, “NYC’s Like A Graveyard”

BAL’s posting last night of “Nothing Came Out” located an itch I didn’t even realize I had…down the small of my back…no, further…but, instead of “Who’s Got The Crack” or “Lucky Number Nine” or “Jorge Regula” or (personal fave) “On Top” or even “Downloading Porn With Davo,” I went for the rock and roll song, to kick off this weekend.

An astounding album, 2001’s The Moldy Peaches. Even if you don’t substitute steak for chicken, or believe burgers are crazy.