Wednesday, Oct. 28

If Peaches' latest album, I Feel Cream, represents a mellowing of her material—with less of an emphasis on pornographic shock-talk—Wednesday's performance was a jolting reminder that she's still got her edge.

Her stage show was evidence that Peaches is the performer Madonna always wished she could be, from the avant-garde costume changes—a bubblegum-pink Metroid-esque leotard; a gold lamé druid's cloak; white latex hot pants with a matching vest and aviator sunglasses—to her potty-mouthed swagger, to her show's overt play with gender, power and sex. While Madonna was always too preoccupied objectifying herself, Peaches mocked the very idea of objectification by symbolically changing gender from song to song, wielding and stroking a 4-foot neon light saber like a penis, and then affixing a strobe light to her crotch during "Mommy Complex."

There was nothing subtle or underplayed about her show, and that was the point. Peaches celebrated all of rock's excesses: spraying the crowd with champagne, crowd surfing—at one point standing at her full height atop the hands of the crowd—kicking over mic stands and climbing on the bass drum to bang the crash cymbal during "Fuck the Pain Away."

Opening her set with "Mud," she performed the whole song adorned in a massive black costume made of knotted fringe that was part Jim Henson, part tribal avatar. It was this penchant for the totally bizarre that made her so enthralling to watch, combined with the punk-metal spectacle of her losing control.

The opening act, MEN, was dull compared to the energy and spectacle Peaches brought. The three-piece, which features Le Tigre's JD Samson as its frontwoman, played some relatively fun and spacey electro remixes, though the songs felt interminably long. And despite Samson's undeniable appeal, the band's more didactic trappings—like having stagehands march "Silence = Death" banners behind the band as they played—fell flat.

I can't imagine what more one could want from a rock performance than what Peaches delivered. "Tucson," she told us toward the end of the night, "I only knew you from a Steve Miller song. But now I really know you." She teased us that she'd had her way with us—which she definitely did.


More by Sean Bottai


Showing 1-1 of 1

Add a comment

Subscribe to this thread:
Showing 1-1 of 1

Add a comment

Readers also liked…

  • Robert Rich

    Rich’s new album Filaments takes the listener on an inner exploration
    • Apr 2, 2015
  • L.A. Witch: Season of the Witch

    L.A. Witch explores the dark side of psych
    • Apr 30, 2015

The Range

Get Your Spooks On for a Halloweekend at Hotel Congress

In the Flesh: Howe Gelb's 60th B-day Bash at the Rialto Theater

Song of the Day: 'Cosmic Love Song No. 23' by Louise Le Hir

More »

Latest in Live

  • Noise Annoys

    Baby Gas Mask, absurdist soul and prog, plus Chaka!
    • Oct 13, 2016
  • B-Sides: DJQ

    • Jul 28, 2016
  • More »

Most Commented On

  • Noise Annoys

    Mute Swan and the Curse of Local Hype
    • Oct 20, 2016
  • Honky Tonk Girl

    How this Tucson 19-year-old might trip the country electric
    • Sep 29, 2016
  • More »

Facebook Activity

© 2016 Tucson Weekly | 7225 Mona Lisa Rd. Ste. 125, Tucson AZ 85741 | (520) 797-4384 | Powered by Foundation