If there's anyone who can rival the mighty Blowfly in terms of ribald, sexually explicit funk, it's Peaches. She is one of the leading lights of electroclash, feminist agit pop, and all around weirdness. Everyone pretty much rips off her sound these days(from Gaga to Britney to that other bitch, Chris Brown). She was edgy when it wasn't cool to be edgy(much like Bjork before her). She's bigger overseas I presume, as nobody really mentions her on these vanilla wafer, prepackaged shores. Her album, Impeach my Bush, is so far her masterstroke(no innuendo intended). I eagerly await the next installment from the artist who brought us such dancefloor classics as "Fuck the Pain Away", "Downtown" and "I Feel Cream".
If you don't dig her, you don't know from awesome bad taste.
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