Album review: Peaches

Album review: Peaches


I Feel Cream

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 what’s this, some sort of sadomasochistic acid test?

A redefinining of chauvinistic sexuality via East German torture-porn? Well, um, it seems our dark mistress is describing (whisper it) true love. ‘Lose You’’s lyrics give way to a repeated, sweet refrain – “I don’t want to lose you” – and it slowly becomes evident old Merrill’s gone all soft on us. The notoriously hardcore sexual aggressor has swapped strap-ons for sentiment and turned all flaccid in the process,

and guess what: it’s quite… nice.

Gone are the days of two guys for every girl, now it seems she’d just like one nice chap to cherish her who she can take home to mum. The only impeaching of her bush is veiled in Carry On innuendo (ooh, you feel cream do you, matron?) or mollycoddled in euphemisms (‘Mummy Complex’).

Peaches is the plus side of 40 now, has poked every crevice and upturned every convention going and must feel the whole thing’s quite a cross to bear. She doesn’t want to be typecast so she’s hung up the dildo and gone all earnest.

Not quite. See, for every ‘Lose You’ there’s a ‘Billionaire’. With Yo Majesty’s Shunda K (who else?) rapping filth maniacally among the “fuck you like a billionaire”s, it’s classic Peaches, and the opening line about “big trouble in Little Mangina” might be one of her best yet.

Elsewhere and single ‘Talk To Me’ is a signature strut propelled by playschool beats, ‘Showstopper’ could be culled off any of her previous albums and opener ‘Serpentine’ won’t surprise any hardcore fans. The album’s production is as varied as the various producers would imply; Digitalism, Soulwax, Simian Mobile Disco and Drums Of Death have all taken turns at the desk, which helps expand her Berlin electro template somewhat. Most notable is the soothing rave of the title track, reminiscent of

The Streets’ ‘Blinded By The Lights’.

Still though, given her previous form and the fact there’s an army of others (Yo Majesty, Thunderheist et al) doing similar stuff so well, she’d have to pull off (ahem) something special to shock us in this day and age, and this album doesn’t do that.

Tim Chester

More on this artist:
Peaches NME Artist Page
Peaches’ website