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Peaches

Impeach My Bush

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Review Date: 2006-07-29

Alright, so I have been hearing of Peaches for a long time now, but never bothered to shell out the money for either of her first two CDs. Then I learned that she was going to be headlining a show with Eagles of Death Metal. I would be going to see that, so I finally decided to check out her first CD, Teaches of Peaches and her new release, Impeach My Bush.

This was a great idea -- not just because I loved them, but I could see an evolution; if only they’d had Fatherfucker in stock…anyway, for the purposes of this review, I will really only look at Impeach My Bush, the newest release. I didn’t really know what to expect from Peaches. I had heard about how she was controversial and that she had full shock value up the very short leg of her shorts. By the way, you can see some of that shock up her shorts in the CD insert portrait, but don’t just pick up this CD for that. You should pick it up because it has the kind of vibe that will make you want to dance, whether you are driving to work or at home alone.

The thirteen-track CD kicks of with the almost military-style chant “Impeach My Bush,” which has a brilliant play on words protesting against the current powers-that-be in the United States. “I’d rather fuck who I want than kill who I am told to” Peaches chants. Alright -- sounding good to me so far, I like the liberal feel of this. The next twelve songs are liberal alright – raunchy, racy, dirty – and I love it! It is about time that there is a woman who sings about the things that men have been singing about for years – and who can probably make them blush, like on the second track, “Tent in Your Pants.” This song taught me a new term that I am dying to use one day – soregasm (“hurts so good I’ve got a soregasm”).

I am unsure of what genre of music that I want to classify this in; to me there are songs that rock, and other times I feel like I am listening to the Black Eyed Peas on crystal meth -- oh wait, never mind that comparison. “Hit it Hard,” the third song, is exactly that. Then the next, “Boys Wanna Be Her,” opens with a distorted guitar riff that makes you bang your head. Following that is the softer, almost soft-disco beat of “Downtown.” Great for some slow grinding with plenty of innuendo.

The tempo is picked up again in probably the raciest song on the disk – “Two Guys (For Every Girl)” which has a bit of the beach sing along feel that the title is tipping its hat too. Peaches spends the song trying to convince guys to get it on with each other before she will join in. “Rock the Shocker” teaches a move, but it’s no dance move - this is somewhat like a sexual hokey-pokey, pardon the pun.

The next track “You Love It” features a guest appearance on guitar by none other than Joan Jett – the first girl rocker that I ever loved – also on guitar Darlin’ Dave Catching of Eagles of Death Metal, Queens of the Stone Age, earthlings?, Masters of Reality – to name a few – and on drums Samantha Maloney, who has drummed for Motley Crüe and the Eagles of Death Metal. Maloney has since joined Peaches on her tour.

“Slippery Dick,” although great to dance to, falls into an almost novelty-tune category for me, and I would rank this as the song I like the least, yet I can’t help but sing along to when it gets to the chorus. I think the title says enough in itself. Straight-forward rapping, with innuendo that Adam Sandler probably would kick himself for not having as a follow up to “Food Innuendo Guy” (off of his first CD, They’re All Gonna Laugh At You). “Give’er” features another guest appearance, this one by Queens of the Stone Age frontman Joshua Homme, who gives a helping hand on lead guitar on this almost AC/DC like-song. It’s complete with chanting, supplied by long-time Peaches ally and Juno award winner Feist. “Give’er” is appropriately followed by “Get It,” which again reminds me of a Black Eyed Peas-style beat, only all about oral sex – “to get it, gotta give it”.

“Do Ya” brings back the guitar and a riff that is reminiscent of The Who, adds in hand claps, and parts that are like that of rave music. That continues into the CD’s final cut “Stick it to the Pimp”. Using the techno-like ending is sure to have listeners wanting more, feeling as though the party is still in full swing but they had to leave.

Score: 9

- Mistress Kara