Peaches - Teaches of Peaches

To fully understand the Teaches of Peaches I decided that the best thing to do was first concoct my idea of a (fictional) myth for Peaches. Say that Thomas Dolby and Spandeau Ballet were really hardcore BDSM 80's dudes that had to tone their act down to get any recognition or hits to sell albums. Okay, but in their secret Canadian lab, these guys were harboring ideas of the ultimate blow-up toy for their needs- A mistress, if you will- that could come about when their pop music had lost its fizzle and other, much crappier, pop music was taking over (that would be about... now). She would take all the elements their music that they loved and fuse it into a cocky, quirky, Kraftwerky synergy coupled with a insouciant yet in-your-face persoane. And she would be named Peaches. And she would sing about seXXX. Done! And here's the product- The hilarious and Playskool porno that is the Teaches of Peaches. This pink hot-pantssed Canadian is a surefire babe with libido to spare, so check your inhibitions at the CD player. While Lovage, Mike Patton's journey into the passion playground, was shot on glossy paper with fuzzy, sensual lights, Peaches prefers to illuminate the more grungy areas of sex- Y'know, the mottled skin, the faintly odorous sheets, and the fucked up hair- That's where she's coming from. And when her bored-yet-charged purr utters vagaries like "Huh? What? Right. Yeah." you know that she's not in your average Anatomy 101. With track titles like "Loveritits", "Suck and Let Go", "Fuck the Pain Away" and "Cum Undun", it's obvious that Peaches is uninterested in PG-13, she's more steeped into the culture of NC-17. And it's not artsy, so don't be fooled. It's pure easy-beats and expression for expression's sake. And when lines like "Only double A, thinking triple X" get stuck in your head, and you wanna share this CD with EVERYONE, then you know you're sold on this lady's class act. Only problemo is the cover of Berlin's (get the enhanced CD, by the way, cause it's fun to hear Peaches' mixes up against others) "Sex (I'm A...)" which was done so flawlessly by the aforementioned Lovage that Peaches' raunch quotient only makes the track derisible and less intersexible. But other than that, you've got a grade "A" album where the rod is not spared yet the child remains spoiled in the cartoonish lust of Mrs. Peaches. Class dismissed. [www.peachesrocks.com]