Rats of Unusual Size - Live at Desmonds, NYC, 8/11/01. Were the Rats, from Flint Michigan, said Jim Fourniadis clad in a huge hospital gown. Maybe its me, but I think the band could be in a rut. All but a handful of songs were from, or inspired by television. Fat Albert, a forgotten jingle for Razzles candy, the self-deprecating My Butts too Big, cover of I am Giligan, Rats classic Macho Shithead, tourism slogan-inspired New Jersey and You, Perfect Together, Rats classic Argh, (from a CD you can buy from MMG Mail Order) was punctuated by a full-crowd Argh, Dont shoot the Pope, Stench, about a girl that looked really good but smelled really bad with the line Ill hold my breath because she looked so fine. There were more, a song about the home shopping network, another about big Jims refrigerator, Jesus was a Jew, and Sunny Days, -- yeah the Sesame Street tune. The band is the same irreverent, brash, loud bunch of punks they were 15 years ago, but so many of us have changed. Still, those who remember the Rats from their New York City days came out on this balmy Saturday night for a trip in the time machine. Of course instead of CBGBs, it was a funky old-mans bar on Park Ave. south. Ironic? Maybe not. Though they couldnt possibly touch Arghh, the next band up, Lone Wolves, opened with a pirate song of their own. As far as I know, the Sea Monkeys, who preceded the Rats, didnt play a pirate song. - Ment