When Peaches came to Twat Boutique

by Petit Fours, photo Holly Falconer

Peaches DJ-ed at the Twat Boutique Warehouse Party, I managed to grab her arm, but then had to let go because she was in pain and Holly took one picture.

Considering Peaches has probably fisted more bodily cavities than I’ve ever seen, pretty much taught me all the slang words for genitalia that I know, and has well, released a shitload of cult electroclash hits, I was pretty nervous about meeting her in the flesh.

But let’s face it, also sexually excited. I know a lot more about her vagina than I do about almost anyone else’s and her performance persona is an A-Bomb of sexual energy.

But when Peaches actually arrived at the Twat Boutique warehouse the other week, she was in a wheelchair and had her leg in a cast having busted up a ligament jumping off a drum set at a gig the night before. She looked a little fragile – Peaches is quite little and skinny in person and the combination of the bandages and her fiercely shaved head all looked as much radiotherapy as rave.

A professional and probably a masochist she turned up like a hero and span out some tunes for an hour, resting her screwed up leg on the DJ booth and doing a brave little hop-around dance on the stage at the front for a few minutes at the end of the set.

Of course, there’s a line between a person and a persona and there’s a woman behind the voice and the lycra. Peaches was a primary school teacher in Canada before striking a record deal in Berlin, and in interviews she comes across as being thoughtful and well, pretty smart. Her throbbing electro tracks use crudity largely for the heck of it, but also as a kind of winkling tool, prising open society’s sexual repressions and busting taboos on women expressing their sexuality. As a rampantly open bisexual she has always had a passionate gay following. And if you’re looking for sex-positive feminists, well, she’s the electroclash rapper for you..

Politics aside, Peaches says she makes music for people to have to sex to and she makes beeps sound like orgasms in a way few other musicians do. If you’ve never felt like you’ve been humped by a bass-line, listen to Fuck You Like a Billionaire again.

At the Warehouse Twat, she came, she DJ-ed, she got wheeled off and though I sort of grabbed her arm and pleaded for a few quick questions, she said she was in leg pain and let us take one picture. Though my sister was like “she was in a wheelchair and you couldn’t corner her?” – we have to be gentle with our electroclash heroes. But if you ever read this Peaches we would love to talk to you -