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If, like me, you haven't tuned in to what electroclash pioneer Peaches has been up to since 2000's brash and bracing The Teaches of Peaches, her self-produced fourth album will take you by pleasant surprise. Collaborating with wizards like Soulwax and Simian Mobile Disco, the performer -- who, at one time, seemed content to simply shock -- has produced a surprisingly subtle and sophisticated collection that has 80 percent more electro and 40 percent less clash. The new album, which hits stores on Cinco de Mayo (May 5 for gringos), opens with "Serpentine," a dense, danceable track that explicitly distances the erstwhile Merrill Nisker from the electroclash epithet. While songs like "Billionaire" -- filled with jokes and genitalia -- are vintage Peaches, tunes like "Relax" showcase a kinder, gentler songwriter, capable of singing that goes far beyond the raspy sex-and-spandex rap she pioneered.