Peaches – ‘Impeach My Bush’ (Album Review)
Exciting news: Peaches has gone political. Mind you, she’s done so after her own unique fashion. “I’d rather f*ck who I want than kill who I’m told to,” runs the opening, endlessly-repeated line of her third LP, and one really couldn’t ask for a more successful fusing of geopolitical affairs and the inexhaustible sexual obsession of Canadian ex-schoolteacher Merrill Nisker.
Once “F*ck Or Kill” has sated Peaches’ politico tendencies, a track called “Tent in My Pants” pops up, and we’re plunged deep inside the pink-hued, sugar-walled monomania with which Peaches’ name is synonymous. Make no mistake: on the subject of her rapacious equal-opportunities sexuality, Miss Nisker has a lot to say for herself, and, consequently, plenty of these tracks have titles that might get you in trouble if they showed up on your hotel bill (“Downtown”, “Two Guys For Every Girl”, “Slippery Dick”…all of them, pretty much). So assertive of her libido is Peaches that you almost wonder if she’s trying to mask a deep-seated prudishness. Or maybe by writing that sentence your correspondent has revealed his own prudishness. It’s all so confusing.
Sonically, the story is less confusing. “Impeach my Bush” – and how funny you find that title may indicate whether or not this record is for you – sounds very much like Peaches’ first two records, and that’s no bad thing. Cheap and nasty electronica sidles up to crunchy punk-rock guitars, and to the ensuing din Peaches adds vocals that flit between banshee-like screeching and monotone rapping. Those rock guitars may fall foul of those for whom the electroclash era carries fond memories, but it’s worth remembering that many highlights of Peaches’ brilliant live shows have found her wielding a Flying V.
Of course, by the time the album has climaxed with a closing quartet of “Get It”, “Give ‘Er”, “Do Ya” and “Stick It”, a big part of you is wondering if Peaches maybe needs to find some new hobbies. But there’s method to her (sex-)madness: like that of Har Mar Superstar, Peaches’ shtick is all about the democratisation of desire, about sex not being the sole preserve of the rich and beautiful; and in an era of rampant celebrity obsession, this probably needs saying.
What’s certain is that “Impeach my Bush” is another riotously entertaining record from a woman who – like The Ramones and The Cramps before her – is riding a one-trick pony toward legend status.
(by Niall O’Keeffe)