Peaches - ‘Impeach My Bush’ (XL) Released 10/07/06

Not another political album for the post 9/11 world we hear you cry! No need to beat around the bush, this album isn’t just about Bush beating, oh no. Peaches’ doctrine for this album is that its purpose is to challenge, educate and encourage the masses while questioning power structures through the medium of sex. Bit of a mouthful, eh? Well, not to deviate from the norm….sorry, Peaches norm, Peaches returns with he potty mouth for her third slab of filth and fury: an album of audio porn.

The wonderfully typical electro-punk minimal pumping beats that mirror the pace of your heart after a paranoia fuelled night of drugs à la Craig Charles, carry the pace and inject that sweaty frantic sleaze factor. Either that or lyrics like “It hurts so good/ I got a soregasm”  do the trick. We hear you can get something to treat things like that, love. ‘Hit It Hard’ wouldn’t sound out of place in the hit chick flick Bring It On, you know, that cheerleading film with ‘uh-huh girlfriend’ bad-ass attitude with girls form the ghetto springing some hip-hop infused routines (don’t deny you don’t love that film!). Soon you’ll be donning you pom poms and high socks – the essentials for dancing to this song, oh, and not forgetting a cheerleaders skirt – the shorter the better I say.

New single ‘Downtown’ is about going, ahem, downtown. But its made all the more innocent sounding as its not dissimilar to ‘Slow’ by squeaky clean Kylie. ‘Give Er’ features Josh Homme on guitars and ex-Hole Samantha Maloney on drums. No courtley love insight, just pure ‘give it all you got’ edgy rock sleaze.

This beats any sex-tip page from Cosmo. A great gift for any man-whore who thinks he knows how to work the greater sex’s body but really needs a map for direction or even any virginal teenage boy whose only sex education is some seedy German porn on a STI stained mattress, who needs a reality shock of what fine female specimens are waiting for them out there. However, perhaps Peaches could use some of that swear-jar money to invest in a new hobby to keep her sex-crazed mind at bay from, er, sex, and find some new inspiration for future work. We hear fishing is quite fun….