Electroclash artist Peaches is known for her provocative minstrel act of a live show: fake beards and blood spitting, merkin (look it up; I swear you'll find it in the pubic interest) swag, and lots and lots of gold lam. I hated her the first time I heard her.
But that was in the relative calm of my friend's Honda Accord. In a roomier, raunchier atmosphere—and with the right amount of drinks—I've seen Peaches fill dance floors, her music provoking gaggles of trashed girls singing along to classy tracks like the Lost in Translation-featured "Fuck the Pain Away" ("Sucking on my titties like you wanted me/Calling me, all the time like Blondie/Check out my Chrissie behind/It's fine all of the time") or "Shake Yer Dix" ("Boys like the lips swinging in their face/Lying back it's taking their own space").
Peaches still maintains that same signature catchy raunchiness but now mixes in a little political left-wingedness on her third full-length album, Impeach My Bush. But she doesn't get too serious: the track "Fuck or Kill" seems to hold the motto for the album, "I'd rather fuck who I want than kill who I'm told to."
Yes, there comes a time in everyone's life when songs about shakin' yer dicks and suckin' on titties and fatherfuckers begin to seem a little juvenile. But none of that really matters as long as you still find them fun as hell to dance to.
Peaches with Herms, Eagles of Death Metal and Burning Brides at the Glass House, 200 W. Second St., Pomona, (909) 865-3802; www.theglasshouse.us. Wed., 7 p.m. $22. All ages.
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