A dominatrix? Perhaps. A resemblance to Sheena Easton? Maybe. The ability to drop jacking electro beats with pornographic diction? Absolutely.
Previously a school teacher in her native Canada, her lyrics and stage presence would have seen her thrown across the principal’s knee and given the paddle bat treatment, and perhaps that’s the way she likes it with her album The Teaches of Peaches, an unabashed blend of raw electro fuelled rhythms and pornolized lyrics.
The teacher’s sexual education has been a long time coming. After her vanilla flavoured croonings to Lilith Fair-grade, the just as feeble acoustic folk with Mermaid Café, the avant-garde jazz fusionism with Fancypants Hoodlum, and the noise distortion techniques with The Shit, it seems the tree has blossomed and the little fruit has finally ripened with her version of Debbie Does Dallas to phat electro beats.
From Diddle My Skittle to AA XXX, she contrasts the ride of her red Corvette to size of her breasts and then gets completely porno-lingusitic with Fuck The Pain Away. Low fidelity loops, distorted synthesizer crackles and a slathering of hiss and pop give way to a raw elemental feel which reminds you of the days when you’d phone up Record Time in Detroit and they’d play you the latest electro records down the phone line.
She thinks of her self as a sexual conduit. “My goal isn’t to fuck everybody. People have this pent up sexuality, and it’s during my shows that I hope that they can release it. Whether they release that energy with their boyfriend or girlfriend is another thing, but it doesn’t mean they want to fuck me.”
However, it’s Peaches’ live performances that seem to capture her salaciousness most vividly. With a reputation for writhing like a St. Kilda street walker priming for her next job adorned in suitably applicalbe attire – hot pants, opaque mesh top and a fluffy ball of hair. She holds her detention class; punishing them with reverbed kick drums that reverberate in ones thorax.
Dry-humping the stage with the vigour of Nadia Comaneci, she parodies the cock rock power once held by the guitar dominated acts like and Aerosmith and AC/DC. Moreover, she has the cock by means of cool and cutting arrogance that eminates from her dominant on stage performance.
Marilyn Manson has congratulated on her ability to shake her bootie, Cynthia Plaster Caster created a plaster mould of Peaches’ breast during an in-store appearance in Chicago. She’s definitely got what it takes to perform a rock show, a cock show, or if you want to go triple-X, perhaps she might even diddle your skittle. Her vulgarity is playful and not mean spirited, her ideas are blunt, and situated in a world which would have well suited to the 1960s where recreational sex was devoid of emotional hang-ups and free to all.
At the end of the day, Peaches ensconces her ideology in one sentence, “I want to fuck people up the ass with my music”.
