This came out in 2002 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
You think Britney and Christina are provocative? Hah! They’re virginal schoolgirls next to Peaches.
This Toronto electro-rap sleazemistress is the musical equivalent of a skid-row stripper. And not just because she seems to favour pink hot pants and halter tops that leave less than nothing to the imagination. Her music — a campy fusion of Eurotrash electro-grooves and ridiculously lurid rhymes — is equally brazen. But, I have to admit, on her hilariously trashy debut album The Teaches of Peaches, it’s also as audaciously magnificent as a midnight showing of Pink Flamingos. As her kindergarten-simple songs bump and grind to minimalist beatbox rhythms and noisy synthesizer licks, Peaches all but jams her tongue in your ear and melts the wax with her nasty overtures. “I’m only double-A, but I’m thinking triple-XXX,” she chants, in case you missed the subtlety of tracks like Diddle My Skittle, Suck And Let Go and, ahem, F— the Pain Away. OK, high art it ain’t. But only the truly humourless could truly be offended. Ultimately, Peaches is selling the same thing Britney and Christina are. She’s just more honest about it.
