I’ve always assumed that Peaches was more gimmicky provocateur than legit musician. I’ve always liked her little cameo on Chick’s on Speed’s We Don’t Play Guitars, but I’ve never given her enough thought to actually give a shit about what she does. Then, Peaches was a guest on a recent episode of the Comedy Bang Bang podcast, and she was awesome. In the interview sections she was funny, interesting and charming. And when she played a song from her latest record, Rub, I knew I had to hear the rest of what that album had to offer.
Lyrically, Peaches and Rub pretty much deliver on my preconception of the work of a gimmicky provocateur. I’m only two tracks in when the title song offers, “Whistle blow my clit… Can’t talk right now, this chick’s dick is in my mouth”. There are plenty of similar clangers dropped before and after that, and none of them surprised me. What did surprise me is was the awesome electronic beats and hip hop flow of the lyrics. (more…)