Unlikely to be confused with the new Dido album,unless the millionaire angst-mothra is also rockingthe Abraham Lincoln-style bearded lady look thisseason, Peaches is a different, now-wash-your-handskind of pop star, and the sort of lady that wouldmake parents worldwide go, “Crikey!”
Arriving with debut album The Teaches Of Peaches in2000, the Berlin-based Canadian became vaguelytied up with the whole electroclash palaver – amovement that, courtesy of Fischerspooner, practically destroyed The Ministry Of Sound empire (so quite agood thing, no?) and consists mainly of kinky couplessuch as Adult and Crossover sounding bored in an”I’m wearing a rubber jockstrap underneath my duffle coat”kinda way over early Human League. Peaches walks avery unique path to the rest of that scene, andindeed, to the rest of music in general.
From her Def Leppard Y-fronts – with added penis,natch – to her cool/crap mullet, her look, and shallwe say “approach”, has been adopted by drag queensand cute, if, unsavoury types the world over. She haseven been asked to lecture at the Contemporary MusicAcademy in Berlin, and her lyrics are discussed aspart of the University Of Toronto’s Queer Studiesprogram.
Sticking mainly with the minimalist noises of hergroovebox again, this album is a fantasticelectro-sex fest in thrall to the joy of rock. Fromthe Hysteria lettering on the sleeve, to the Joan Jettsampling on the opening track, through tothe team-up with Iggy Pop on Kick It (wherein thesomewhat confused Ig rhymes “crotch” with, um, “fotch”), the spirit of punk rock runsthroughout the sweaty backroom boogie, with the filthremaining in abundance.
I U She is a bare beat catchy mantra aboutthreesomes, so good it makes Benny Benassi‘sSatisfaction look as racy as Westlife‘s entire works. Back It Up, Boy suggests the use of a dildo on your fella, which could make young couples a bituncomfortable the next time they’re tucking into theirmicrowaved Arabiattas when the talk turns to “toys”.Be careful, one of you might absent-mindedly start singing, “Sweet buns, let me be your gun,” next time you’re at the supermarket checkout. Shake Yer Dix encouragesthe boys to “oh come on“, and the girls to dosimilar with, well, something that rhymes.
Love her or hate her, Peaches has made it clear whereshe stands. If a 35 year old woman is happy singing whilewearing beyond-surgically-tight pink panties with herdownstairs showing, the least you could do is listen.A work of rude and dirty genius.