The albums opener ‘I Don’t Give A…” is a cute little charmer, a lesson in how good she can make the words "fuck" and "shit" sound over and over again, without sounding like she wants to be in The Slits. This album slowly reveals itself as an attractive push against the grain and a testament to those who have inspired her along the way. From the aforementioned Joan Jett sample ‘I don’t give a damn about reputation’ (which starts the record) to her duet with Iggy Pop on the the song ‘Kick It’ with inspired lyrics like "I heard you like kinky shit - that just depends who I’m with".
The music and lyrics are taken further with Fatherfucker than the previous 'Teaches of Peaches' album (which initially attracted a cross section of hip-hoppers, gay-bar goers, headbangers and punks alike) this new record is preaching to the converted with huge ferocity. ‘Operate’ is cleverly pieced together with a mouth watering hip hop beat, synths, and crunchy guitars neatly placed with a spine chilling chorus line "he’s not dead he’s gonna live/he’s not dead he’s gonna live/I see his eyes roll in the back of his head" and even on songs like ‘Shake Your Dix’ she provokes even more with lines like "sh-sh-sh-shake your dicks/sh-sh-sh-shake your tits/are the muthafuckers ready for the fatherfuckers?"
This album is a total groundbreaker. Fatherfucker is a state of mind more than a collection of songs, an embodiment of sexual freedom, an attitude and more than anything, a concept. In a music world filled with silly nostalgia, revivals and backward thinking, Peaches is the only thing that makes any sense.
