BROOKLYN BENJESTORF
I have a confession to make: I didn’t “get” Peaches until her fifth album, I Feel Cream, came out in 2009. When she broke through years before with “Fuck the Pain Away,” I was a glam-goth undergrad, and while I enjoyed the visceral rhythms and verbal bawdiness of the song, I filed her away with Dirty Sanchez and Avenue D—another fun but vapid electroclash novelty act.
Peaches has proved over the last 15 years that she’s anything but.
Merrill Nisker, the gap-toothed, Canadian Jewish girl people threw rocks at when she was a kid has grown up into a kind of superhero—performance artist, rapper, producer, lyricist, cultural satirist, and sex-positive queer feminist crusader…
