Peaches – “Fatherfucker” (2003)

The first time I ever heard Peaches was in the movie Lost in Translation, which featured her all-too-appropriate song “Fuck the Pain Away” in the strip club scene.  When I bought the soundtrack a few months ago I was disappointed to find that song didn’t make the cut, and I’ve sort of kept my eyes open for Peaches stuff since then.  The other day I saw a copy of Fatherfucker in a Facebook photo of the display wall of San Diego’s FeeLit Records, so I emailed my main man Mark down there and he hooked me up with it and a few other nuggets.  Record store owners take note – I’ve made close to a dozen purchases over the last year or so because I saw something a shop posted on FB and I reached out to them.  It does work.  I can’t be the only one finding and buying records this way!

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I don’t know much about Peaches, other than that she’s Canadian and has a filthy mouth, both of which are cool by me.  Her 2000 debut The Teaches of Peaches put it all right out in your face in the song titles, including literary gems like “Cum Undun” and “Lovertits.”  While the titles on her sophomore release are mostly clean (other than “Shake Your Dix”), the album title is Fatherfucker, which is pretty damn extreme and intended to make you feel a certain level of discomfort.  If there was any doubt about how much sex and dirty language would be on the record, those were quickly dashed almost as soon as the needle dropped on the first song.  Peaches is taking it back, yo, owning disparaging language and being sexually aggressive.  You can’t use that stuff to take shots at her because she’s already thrown it all out there on the table for the world to see.

Fatherfucker is a blend of electro and hip hop, but Peaches has some strong rock cred here too.  The opening track “Kick It” is a duet with none other than the godfather of punk Iggy Pop, and “I Don’t Give A” (I’m sure you can guess the word that follows “A” in the lyrics…) samples heavily from the Runaway’s “Bad Reputation.”  There’s a bit of rock guitar on “Tombstone, Baby” as well.

Make no mistake, though.  This is music more attuned to the dance floor than something you’d hear in a rock club.  Peaches is at her best when the beats are deep and slow, allowing her to meander through the music with her own brand of heavy duty sexual longing and freedom.  It’s too easy to dismiss Peaches as a one trick pony, but she’s much more than that.  She understands flow and knows how to work a song.  It isn’t just the lyrics that are highly sexually charged, it’s the music as well with primal beats that hit you right in the nether regions.

Peaches has a new album out called Rub which includes some classic Peaches titles like “Dick In the Air” and “Dumb Fuck.”  I had a copy of the vinyl in my hand earlier today but didn’t pull the trigger on it since I hadn’t listened to Fatherfucker yet, and now I’m kind of regretting that decision, because Peaches has it goin’ on.

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