If you’ve any knowledge of PEACHES’ triple X-rated back catalogue, you won’t need this writer to tell you her new album – the delicately-titled “ImPeach My Bush” – is anything but a politically-aimed barb at the US president.
For the anatomically-challenged out there, we probably shouldn’t proceed much further with this line of thinking, but suffice it to say both the album and new single “Downtown” are once again obsessed with the (adopts Private Frazer from ‘Dad’s Army’ voice) aye, aye, the sins o’ the flesh. Oh, and before you even think of going there, “Downtown” has nothing whatsoever to do with soddin’ Petula Clark. It’s NOT that one, OK?
What it is, is a thinly-veiled, but clever, dreamy and poppy affair which slides a visit to, ah, the lower half of a woman’s body past the censors by strategic usage of urban LA imagery, with Peaches slurping through lines like “the walls always invite…highways always surprise, all the way to my flat.” Whoa, steady on girl indeed, eh? Still, it’s sweet and seductive on one hand and raunchy as hell on the other and – despite my usual reservations where Ms. Lascivious is concerned, I have to admit a grudging liking for this one.
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Not that she stands on ceremony with B-side “Hanky Code”, like. The entrée is the charming “they don’t know your hanky code before you shoot your load”, but if this doesn’t give you some idea of where Peaches is, er, coming from (oh God – I’m turning into Finbarr Saunders), then “you’re gonna be tied up, you can’t resist” surely does. Before this gets completely out of hand, let’s round off by saying that musically this appears to feature ex-Hole drummer Samantha Maloney and that Peaches has rounded up a full band for touring purposes to, er, stiffen up her live sound.
Oh God, I can’t take these double entendres much longer (gah!). Someone else can come on to the album for me. Fnarr.
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