by Dean CarlsonDrollness as assaultive anti-folk, Adam Green's solo debut is best in a single dose, never to be experienced again. Though much shyer than his work with the Moldy Peaches (no Pixies-ish squalls of noise) and therefore more entertaining, Green is still just as precious and adolescent in his scatological themes. "Mozzarella Swastikas," a fantastic story of grave desecration, cracker stains, and fellatio, is sung like Nick Drake, but sounds utterly obnoxious after a few listens. Which may have been the point, but like the rest of the material here, it's not clever enough to warrant it.