When it comes to thinking outside of the box and confronting heteronormative status quo, Peaches is a trailblazing artist. She is one of the first female musicians who started challenging traditional gender roles through her kinky music. I have loved her for a long time. Her eccentricity and ability to rebuke everything that’s wrong in the macho culture we live in makes you want to go down on her, If you know what I mean.
Last year, she released one of my favorite albums of 2015 titled Rub. First thing you need to know about it is that there are a lot of debauched, licentious lines that will stimulate you not only to hump the first piece of furniture you see, but also to reflect upon concepts of feminine and masculine. Peaches is outspoken and she is using witty humor to let you know that she can be a greater pig that any man. That’s just her artistic persona.
Opening track Close Up features legendary Kim Gordon. Peaches showcased her foolish sagacity right away.
Hormone zone, different wardrobe, testosterone Blendr, Tinder, Findher, Grindr, romance the phone Better go home, better get stoned Set up in the mirror for a peek of the clone You’re a person alone with a personal loan
The album continues in the same upbeat, darkwave, postmodern manner. On the title track Rub, Peaches invites you to come with her and feel her while profuse electronic matrix suffuses all over your neurons. When the track is called Dick in The Air, it can’t go wrong. And it didn’t. It represent the essence of her narative.
We're sick of hands in the air And shake our asses like we don't care We've been shaking our tits for years So let's switch positions, no inhibitions, fears
Outrageous titles just keep on going: Vaginosplasty, How You Like My Cunt, Dumb Fuck. My favorite line from the whole album is Go back to bad, you are sick in the head from the track called Sick In The Head. What makes Peaches’ artistry so incredible is her ability to produce seductive, hard music that go perfectly with her misandry discourse.
Peaches wrote two songs while dealing with break-up. It is best represented in the following verse
Crush you, it’s what I must do You crossed the line and I'm not having it I can't control it and I roll over it You're shit now, I'm on my side Confront, fuck your front Juggle crap to crap, I'm not having that Spit it out, you can't Let me spit for you or on you
Peaches, I love you so much that I would let you spit on me J
