“All the crust punks have credit cards,” sings Bo Moore in kicking off “Milksnakes,” the first offering from BOZMO. No, the lyric isn’t lifted from an angry thread on Lemmingtrail, but it could start a flame war there, since Bozmo’s lyrical barrage on cliques and scenes in New York is also fit for Allston, with its bad drunks, braggarts drinking for free, and orphans who “think this place is boring.