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Can My Left Tit Make New York Laugh Again?

Astoria-based My Left Tit, purveyors of honest musical filth
Astoria-based My Left Tit, purveyors of honest musical filth

It's a tough time for music with a sense of humor. An earnest wave of boring indie bands has just tried to ruin CMJ (like they do every year), their beards matted with their own knob-slobber and playing the kind of music that wins first prize in a dick-shrinking contest. Then Hurricane Sandy left a wave of devastation and loss that turned all pop culture into a giant Sarah McLachlan tragedy montage.

But this city likes a laugh, and if you appreciate a good novelty joke band in these storm-shaken times, My Left Tit may be your speed.

The Astoria-based band of trashy ladies (and two token males) write solid dirty comedy songs, but with a dash of silly self-awareness that mixes charm in with the vulgarity. Songs like "I Found My Clit in Paris," "I Can't Stop Fucking My Ex-Boyfriend," and "Don't Apologize for That Queef (We're In the Moment)" show a lot of brains amidst the filth. Think a gestalt Louis C.K. with tits and keyboards, and you're not too far off.

These aren't musicians with the greatest range, but they rock pretty hard on "He Lost His Condom in My Puss (ABORT! ABORT!)," evoking a parallel universe where Le Tigre songs have lyrics written by Sarah Silverman. And they can pull off the occasional sweet ballad. "Sorry I Farted on Your Dick Last Night (I Was Sleeping)," for instance, sounds like a romantic evening of Jewel duetting with Lisa Lampanelli.

All nine members of My Left Tit anonymize themselves, playing characters with scatological back-stories. The full roster? Lord Blah Blah, Turkey Vulture Love Gangster (a.k.a. Mia Sodrunk), MC Biggles, Boozy McFloozerson, Bloody Knobb, Titty-Titty-Bang-Bang, Pussy Face, Queef Latina, and Regina Vagina. It's a veritable Wu-Tang of womb-inspired personas.

  My Left Tit answer questions in that spirit of "anything for a laugh" that's refreshing if you've interviewed enough shyly sincere indie musicians. Their influences? "Enya is right up there," says Regina Vagina, "and you know that feeling you get right when you really have to go to the bathroom -- one or two, it doesn't matter -- and then you finally release it? That pleasure? That release? Personally, that's a big influence."

"Oh, and Fleet Foxes" adds MC Biggles, helpfully.

"There is definitely not enough queefing in the mainstream," says Biggles of the state of today's music industry. "We're trying to fill that giant canvernous void. With queefs. Because it happens."

Pussy Face agrees. "There's not enough realness in the industry. Justin Bieber's asking if he can be my boyfriend, and I'm all like, 'No, I'm a dyke'. No one is talking about lesbianism."

Sweetly stupid songs about the zombie apocalypse ("I Want To Be Friends With The Guy With The Gun"), and the hidden plague of undiagnosed breast cancer ("Feel Your Boobies") make up some of the typical My Left Tit set list. But at their core, these guys are happiest writing songs about farts, dicks and queefs. Will they ever run out of things to say about them? Regina Vagina scoffs. "People fall in love everyday, but people still write about lovebecause there are new things to say about love all the time. Farts? Same thing."

At which point the band has come dangerously close to saying something true and sensible, but you needn't be concerned that this happens often.

My Left Tit will play Tammany Hall November 8th

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