Peaches: Impeach My Bush
No George or Kate in sight, but plenty of the other kind of, er, bush
It helps that this message is delivered over beats and bass that wow like a 12-inch cock. And, on her third album, Peaches has sharpened her raw, minimal sound; subsonic bass, snappy beats, electronic hiccups, Marshall-stacked AC/DC riffs, into a devastating hunting weapon. ‘Downtown’ and the hilarious ‘Tent In Your Pants’ are slick, mutant-R&B. ‘Two Guys’, meanwhile, is a classic Peaches hi-NRG electro strut. Like the wonderfully gratuitous fist-fucking, cock-sucking ‘Slippery Dick’, it is new-rave dancefloor gold. As are ‘You Love It’, with Joan Jett, and ‘Give ’Er’, which features Josh Homme on guitar, both pogo-powered, punk rock brat bombs – now with added live drumming.
‘Impeach My Bush’ is no great sonic leap forward, but it is a near-perfect distillation of Peaches’ “thing”. Which is as vital as ever, motherfucker.
To read all our reviews first - days before they appear online - check out NME magazine, on sale every Wednesday