The under-reaches of Peaches
Oct. 27th, 2003 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gordonzolaReally, I liked "The Teaches of Peaches". It’s not like the concepts behind "Fuck the Pain Away" or rhyming "rock show" with "cock show" were revolutionary or anything. But it was funny and obnoxious in all the right ways for a new-fad type of album. If I was still a teenager, I would have loved playing it in front of my parents.
But the new album? Eh.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bornbent was kind enough to burn me a copy for my birthday but I think she’ll appreciate my honest review. It’s just not doing it for me.
"Fatherfucker" starts off badly. Peaches yells "I don’t give a fuck" and "I don’t give a shit" repeatedly over a sample of Joan Jett’s "Bad Reputation". Don’t get me wrong, I love Joan Jett. But Peaches’ bratty yelling makes Joan Jett sound pensive and thoughtful in comparison. And that’s not why I listen to Joan Jett.
But the next song is even worse. First it’s at a speed that just doesn’t work for electronica. Way too slow. But it does illuminate a big problem for the whole album. Way too much weight is placed on lyrics that just aren’t very clever, fresh, and have already used up their cultural resonance. During "I’m the Kinda" the music drops out. The listener waits, anticipating a meaningful or amusingly strong lyric. What do we get? "Knocking you out like Rocky Balboa" What? This is 2003. Who the fuck is Rocky Balboa?*
It’s a continuing problem. The I-like-fucking-boys-up-the-ass song has the horrible load-bearing lyric "Sweet buns, let me be your gun" repeated over and over. Besides, isn’t the whole fucking-boys-up-the-ass thing a little played out as a daring sex-pos statement? Everyone’s already doing it. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if the next Brittney Spears album had a song about it. Or maybe I’ve just lived in San Francisco too long, I can’t tell anymore.
There are some good songs too. The duet with Iggy Pop where they throw each other’s lyrics back and forth was really funny, even if Iggy’s voice has seen better days. "Shake your Dix" and "I U She" sound like they could have been on "Teaches". But overall, Peaches seems a little stalled. It’s just not shocking to sing about the same things over and over. And honestly, compared to say, Tragic Mulatto, Peaches really isn’t breaking any new ground.
Being slutty and into s/m just isn’t enough anymore. For the next album I suggest more songs about rimming, piss play, and maybe even furry-sex. Push it Peaches. Stardom awaits if you dare.
*Yes, that is a rhetorical question. We’re talking avant garde pop here. I don’t want my dad to understand the lyrics. Hell, I’m 36. I should only be able to understand about half of it.
But the new album? Eh.
bornbent was kind enough to burn me a copy for my birthday but I think she’ll appreciate my honest review. It’s just not doing it for me."Fatherfucker" starts off badly. Peaches yells "I don’t give a fuck" and "I don’t give a shit" repeatedly over a sample of Joan Jett’s "Bad Reputation". Don’t get me wrong, I love Joan Jett. But Peaches’ bratty yelling makes Joan Jett sound pensive and thoughtful in comparison. And that’s not why I listen to Joan Jett.
But the next song is even worse. First it’s at a speed that just doesn’t work for electronica. Way too slow. But it does illuminate a big problem for the whole album. Way too much weight is placed on lyrics that just aren’t very clever, fresh, and have already used up their cultural resonance. During "I’m the Kinda" the music drops out. The listener waits, anticipating a meaningful or amusingly strong lyric. What do we get? "Knocking you out like Rocky Balboa" What? This is 2003. Who the fuck is Rocky Balboa?*
It’s a continuing problem. The I-like-fucking-boys-up-the-ass song has the horrible load-bearing lyric "Sweet buns, let me be your gun" repeated over and over. Besides, isn’t the whole fucking-boys-up-the-ass thing a little played out as a daring sex-pos statement? Everyone’s already doing it. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if the next Brittney Spears album had a song about it. Or maybe I’ve just lived in San Francisco too long, I can’t tell anymore.
There are some good songs too. The duet with Iggy Pop where they throw each other’s lyrics back and forth was really funny, even if Iggy’s voice has seen better days. "Shake your Dix" and "I U She" sound like they could have been on "Teaches". But overall, Peaches seems a little stalled. It’s just not shocking to sing about the same things over and over. And honestly, compared to say, Tragic Mulatto, Peaches really isn’t breaking any new ground.
Being slutty and into s/m just isn’t enough anymore. For the next album I suggest more songs about rimming, piss play, and maybe even furry-sex. Push it Peaches. Stardom awaits if you dare.
*Yes, that is a rhetorical question. We’re talking avant garde pop here. I don’t want my dad to understand the lyrics. Hell, I’m 36. I should only be able to understand about half of it.
