I Feel Cream
This is coitus music. The rough, nasty kind. Though her name might not ring an immediate bell, chances are you’ve heard of Peaches over the years. Because despite being more of an underground artist, her lyrics and song titles tend to stand out a bit, like “Fuck The Pain Away,” “Diddle My Skittle,” “Stuff Me Up,” and “Rock The Shocker.” They just tend to stick in your mind. Her electroclash synth punk style and sexual frankness have always given her a hybrid appeal, making her equally accessible to gay dance crowds, straight urban clubs and rowdy punk settings. “I Feel Cream” continues with similar subject territory as her previous three albums, but also seems to show a bit more vulnerability, a softer Peaches than most are used to. This isn’t to say that she’s not still talking about the joys of taking a big dick atop a gurgling bassline, but alongside that you’ve also got her lamenting about not wanting to lose a lover and demanding that an object of desire talk to her. So it’s an emotional mixed bag, but beneath it all is still the same strap-on dildo adorned, goat horn wearing girl with adhesive facial hair that we all love.