Album review: Peaches
Yay, Peaches is back. Time for another dose of fatherfucking, gender-bending fuck-the-Daily-Mail-away fun. Turn it up, let’s see what the latest perversion purveyed might be: “Tossing and turning, your insides are burning…” Sounds good, so...
Live Review: Peaches
hope you’re having fun,” intones the pink chiffon ostrich in the glittery gimp mask. “Because we’re going to kill you. Murder you slowly.” Not an extract from NME’s dream journal, but the former Merrill Nisker’s opening words to...
Peaches: Impeach My Bush
So, album of the year for that title alone; but just how relevant or revolutionary is Peaches in 2006? Aren’t we all relaxed about sex and sexual politics these days? Well, maybe people are in places as gleefully filthy as Peaches’ adopted...
Peaches: Downtown
In the process of moving house to LA from Berlin, Peaches has ditched the sweary mouthed electropop filth of previous records and branched out into – no, it’s no use. ‘Downtown’ is more straight-for-the-funny bone sweary mouthed electropop...
State Of EXIT festival : Serbia Novi Sad
OK, quick history lesson. After two decades of having racist human rights abuser Slobodan Milosevic in charge, the youth of Serbia decided they had had enough. When they couldn't get him out via elections, they decided to do it the only other way...
Peaches featuring Iggy Pop : Kick It
You can't help thinking that even notorious riot-starter Iggy Pop felt like washing his mouth out with bleach after guesting on this. OK, so it's not especially filthy compared to the rest of Peaches ' back catalogue, but musically it's as...
Peaches : Nottingham Rescue Rooms: 14 September
NME has already witnessed five costume changes, pantomime chase bondage, crowdsurfing, Peaches berating of the crowd as she clambered across the edge of the balcony and what appears to be dancers who’re the trucking Kings Of Leon. If the Kings...
Peaches : Set It Off
Peaches was sassy and sexy for about eight seconds until we worked out that she was from Canada, but in place of any spurious image we might have had of her as some kind of hip-hop dominatrix, here we have the new, major-label approved, daggery,...
Siren Festival : New York Coney Island
You expect to smell strange things when you get off the New York subway, just not salt water. But there it is. And it's a breath of, well, maybe not fresh air, but it has a definite air about it. It's the smell of Coney Island, about as far...
The Teaches Of Peaches
The music - harsh shards of electronic fuzz, coupled with unforgiving whiplash beats - sounds like ATR 's Alec Empire playing lounge music for a San Francisco bathhouse. Then, a voice, all sex-starved and hungry, thumb audibly hanging between...
