I Feel Cream
(venuszine) Gender-bending glam queen Peaches returns with a techno-fab offering of dancehall dirtiness and erotic electronica, and even the lineup is a playful dig at Peaches’ infamous paradoxes ? the hip-hop stylized apathy of opening trap “Serpentine” (“I don’t give a fuck if you’re callin’ me / I don’t give a fuck if you’re maulin’ me”) is edged offstage by the disco-tinged anthem, “Talk To Me,” a feisty plea that puts Peaches on par with childhood influence Donna Summer belting her best.
Subdued synthesizer takes the reins for a two-track breather until the savvy, over-sexed “Billionaire,” a pulsating proposition with all the self-affirmation used by Peaches’ rapping contemporaries; the promise to “Fuck you like a billionaire” offers an understated hook as she argues for her rightful place on top of her latest conquest. This techno, neo-burlesque statement of self reaches its hilt with “Trick Or Treat,” which plays out like a credo of the artist’s public persona (“Keep my clothes kinky and a hole in my sheet / Never go to bed without a piece of raw meat”).
But Peaches takes a step back with the playground patter of “Mommy Complex,” a jump rope ditty of a come-on to ? we can only assume ? an object of desire suffering from severe Freudian issues. Not to fear ? it all wraps up nicely in an electric, acid-tongued package with the quasi-romantic “Take You On,” a low-key closer that manages to mix the sadistic and the sentimental, perfectly nailing Peaches’ emotional range.
The mix ? and remix ? of the nasty and the benignly cool make for a solid dance album that is more shocking for its unexpected bursts of wit than for the pervading raunchiness Peaches? fans have come to know and love.
