LIVE SHOW REVIEWSeattle loves the teaches of Peaches.
A former school teacher from Toronto, Peaches began performing as her alter-ego the 1990s. Her fearless character "Peaches" enabled her to stage bold shows, and freed her from societal norms around women's behavior. Flipping the bird to the inequalities in society is just one aspect of Peaches, though. Her songs are melodic, catchy and danceable. The beats she chooses are fresh and innovative. An
electroclash alchemist, she mixes rock,
electro, metal and rap into an entirely new sparkly tough concoction.
Turn about is fair play in the world of Peaches. Her lyrics are loaded with ideas that scare frat boys at night: songs like "Fuck the Pain Away", and "Rock the Shocker" transform the
sexualization of women into something powerful. After years of listening to dance hits with "me so horny" type hooks, we find ourselves dancing to our own sexually-charged anthems. It's about f-
ing time. And incidentally, there's nothing better for clearing a dance floor of
handsy, drunk, annoying, homophobic jocks like "Two Guys for Every Girl." It's my favorite trick when guys are over-the-line-
harassing the girls on my
dancefloor. Try it sometime.
Peaches never disappoints in Seattle, where her fan base is growing. Three years ago, when she appeared at the
Showbox, the club was full but not anything near to the sold-out crowd this time. The crowd was great, by the way, full of people from all walks of life in Seattle. I saw diva gay boys, rocker chicks, rad women of every sort, and even some metal dudes. The crowd danced almost the whole time, and it was incredible, liberating vibe. Everyone said it was one of the best shows they've seen.
Peaches costumes this tour were seriously worth noting. One harlequin-patterned outfit (pictured above) looked extraordinary dramatic onstage when she pulled up the hood. The hood covered almost her entire face and her mullet-
mohawk hairstyle, making her look like a clown
monk in a leotard. It was an indescribable powerful blend that once again gave her an other-worldly appearance.
Oh, and one final tip about Peaches you lame f-
ing male fans: don't touch a woman's crotch without asking. She was onstage, and some idiot grabbed her goods. She looked right at him and said, "if you want to touch my p**
ssy*, you have to ask first." Then she promptly jumped into the crowd and surfed it.
As usual, Peaches defies description.
*Incidentally, I have dcided to stop spelling out the world p**ssy because I will get hits on it for weeks by horny fatherfucking porn fans.**Another review from the bloggers at The Seattle Weekly. I haven't found any others, if you see them, could you post them in comments? Super huge sugar-on-top thanks.