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Makor, New York January 17, 2001 By C. Bottomley She's kind of small for a sex goddess. Or maybe it's just that she bears an uncanny resemblance to the curly haired '80s diva Sheena Easton. But once Peaches opens her mouth, there's no doubt whose sugar walls we're inside now: "Callin' me/ All the time/ Like Blondie/ Check out my cushy behind/ It's fine all of the time." Peaches is a Canadian music teacher whose straight-outta-the-schoolyard filth rhymes and tinny groove box beats have been stuck together to make The Teaches of Peaches, one of last year's most unashamed albums. She's pitched as somewhere between Run-D.M.C. and P.J. Harvey. And at this gig - Makor is a Jewish cultural center on Manhattan's Upper West Side - she played before an audience of curious downtown types looking for a hole in the middle ground, and singles who wandered into the space's low-ceilinged basement wondering where the party was at. Only a few guys in sweaters shake their bits, but making the expected phallic shapes with her microphone, Peaches is as hilarious as only the best sex - or punk rock for that matter - should be. "The Jewish chicks' shtick," she raps. "Are you kickin' it?/ Or are you chicken sh*t?" Sodom and Gomorrah it isn't, but Peaches strips down from an aluminum mini-dress to pink hot pants anyway. She snarls at some chatterers, "I hope they're pickin' each other up." And when she plays guitar, it sounds like she's gotten to only page two of the Duane Eddy "How To" book and looks like she's been watching C.C. DeVille too closely. Playing three rock songs with the same drum beat behind them might indicate the dynamics of music vs. concept, but there are at least two gems in the hour-long set: the whispery "AA XXX," which proclaims that breast size is no obstacle to the horny, and the set-closing anthem "F*ck the Pain Away." We didn't really feel her pain. We didn't even feel Peaches. But it was finer than Sheena ever was. |
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