The Moldy Peaches' shtick is to mumble dejectedly but tunefully about sex and drugs over dragged-out, blatantly half-assed acoustic indie pop. On their first full-length, The Moldy Peaches (Rough Trade), Adam Green fumbles through incongruous metal-ish solos; Kimya Dawson laughs through her sappier lines; someone puffs apathetically on a flute or a trombone; the drumming's always lackadaisical; and the poetry's usually off by half a syllable. The second verse of the three-minute anthem "Who's Got the Crack?" goes, "I am a goat / In a moat / With a boat," and there's an uncertain pause before the overloud chorus kicks in: "Who's got the crack? / Who-ooo-ooo's got the crack?" The next verse rhymes "poofy" with "roofie." The melodies and beats are all the sort that take longer to listen to than to write--the chorus of "Jorge Regula" is the riff from "Low Rider" slowed down and converted to nonsense syllables, and "Downloading Porn With Davo" is a sloppy sock-hop ditty with lines like "Tried to buy your love but I came up short / So I fucked a little waitress in exchange for a snort." If the Moldy Peaches were merely lo-fi, they'd be merely annoying--it's their particular combination of lo-fi and lowbrow that's entertaining. They open for the Strokes (see Spot Check); the show is sold-out. Friday, October 5, midnight, Metro, 3730 N. Clark; 773-549-0203.