Peaches
The Teaches of Peaches

Love and hate from the first listen...

Released in 2000 by the kitty-yo label, "The Teaches of Peaches" is the first and so far only work of Peaches a.k.a. Merril Nisker, described as a cross between Nina Hagen and Li'l Kim, but in a Canadian and horny version...
Finally, a woman without hairs on her tongue? Umm... I wouldn’t bet on it!

If I had to describe this album in one word, I wouldn’t hesitate: SEX! After all, Merril herself asks, "What else is in the teaches of Peaches? Let’s see... Melodies? No! Emotions? No!! Poetry? Nooo!! None of that, Peaches gets straight to the point, this is about natural, honest, sweaty, ironic, conscious shags.
Anything else? Let’s hear... A Roland MC505 Groovebox synthesizer on which she composed all the tracks, a hoarse voice just enough to be enticing but not too much, more than explicit lyrics, almost like an instruction manual: "I like the innocent type, deer in the headlight, rockin' me all night, flexing his might, doin' it right, keeping me tight, taking a bite out of the peach tonight..."

Oh, enough with the fucking false modesty!
Let’s keep listening... Engaging electronic new wave sound, made even dirtier by crackles and industrial noises in "Diddle my skittle": "There's only one peach with a hole in the middle..." which peaks into punk in "Rock Show" and "Sucker": "Not a sucker, I want a fucker!" shouted over a pounding drumbeat.
The whole album is full of background noises, a juicy ode to physical pleasure, ah... it would be a real shame to listen to it alone, ah... yes... a real shame not to move rhythmically, letting oneself be carried away by the irresistible groove of "Fuck the pain away" (anal-gesic sex?), this track with its hilarious rhymes: "suckin' on my titties like you wanted me, calling me all the time like Blondie, check out my Chrissie behind..." would be the one I’d recommend as a soundtrack for a hot afternoon, perhaps also "Rock Show" hammering just right... 2:09, no damn it, too short, never mind...

Umm, if I had to describe this album in three words, I wouldn’t hesitate: a fucking cd. I hope I’ve conveyed the idea...
"YOU KNOW IT, YOU LOVE IT, YOU GOT IT, YOU WANT IT, YOU KNOW IT, YOU LOVE IT, YOU GOT IT, YOU KNOW IT, YOU LOVE IT, YOU WANT IT, YOU GOT IT, YOU KNOW IT, YOU LOVE IT, YOU GOT IT... C'MON LET'S SET IT OFF".