Whilst his fellow former Moldy Peaches hero, Kimya Dawson, now revels in being a proud mother, Adam Green’s infantile live show is more fitting to someone half his twenty six years of age.
Prancing onto the stage in ‘Man-Chest-Hair’, a white, tasselled cape cum wings contraption hanging from his arms, to a stadium rock workout of the single ‘Morning After Midnight’, Green twirls through an evening of high camp silliness that’s less anti-folk show than Phantom of the Opera theatricality.
Sung in a fine baritone far beyond his years, Green’s lyrics, revolving round genital parts and coupling, are nevertheless closer to a continuous assertion of his masculine straightness than the sweet, sensitive, introspective folk songs his ex-bandmate added to the soundtrack of the recent teen flick Juno.
Prancing onto the stage in ‘Man-Chest-Hair’, a white, tasselled cape cum wings contraption hanging from his arms, to a stadium rock workout of the single ‘Morning After Midnight’, Green twirls through an evening of high camp silliness that’s less anti-folk show than Phantom of the Opera theatricality.
Sung in a fine baritone far beyond his years, Green’s lyrics, revolving round genital parts and coupling, are nevertheless closer to a continuous assertion of his masculine straightness than the sweet, sensitive, introspective folk songs his ex-bandmate added to the soundtrack of the recent teen flick Juno.
