With champagne, campy German dancers and enough fake boobs to smother an elephant, Peaches' show at the Summit was a roofied cocktail of grimy beats and erotic theater. Putting on a show that was both grand in scope yet refreshingly minimal in its DIY simplicity, the queer, electro-punk goddess offered up a ninety minute set that put to shame the million dollar operations of today's top rated DJs, giving the audience a primal does of 21st century punk rock. Like a hologram Grace Jones fronting Gwar before a live Victorian orgy, the show left us all a little pulled inside out.
See also: - Peaches on Pussy Riot: "If I lived in Russia, that could've been me." - boyhollow on his five favorite Lipgloss guest DJs - Brennen Bryarly goes Into the Night as option4 - Q&A with DJ Narky Stares
Following very strong sets by local DJs Option4, Narky Stares and Teena Pizza, Liplgoss's boyhollow contributed his characteristic Britpop flavor to the mix, giving everyone some warmup cardio with his closer of Underworld's "Born Slippy .NUXX." The Trainspotting track would have made an excellent segue to the introduction of Peaches -- which was seemingly her intent, though a technical malfunction sent some dead air between the two songs. Yet this is the advantage of a low-budget operation like a Peaches concert: Despite the mind-blowing music and the costume changing dancers, the whole thing is delightfully down-to-earth, like you could just as easily be witnessing it in a punk house basement.
Like a mashup of a child's music box and a Voodoo exorcism, Peaches opened her set with a cover of Pink Floyd's "Great Gig in the Sky," a song she collaborated with the Flaming Lips on during the band's full length revision of Dark Side of the Moon in 2010. Sporting a giant set of nylon shoulder pads covered in perky breasts of various sizes, Peaches appeared as a cross between a Mad Max villain and Benicio Del Toro in the Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas adrenochrome scene, as she stood on top the table, belting out the gibberish of a forty year old classic rock song. "Good morning everybody," she said, closing out the melodic tune and switching to the gut-rumbling beats of "Serpentine."
As promised in last week's interview, Peaches was accompanied on stage by two female dancers, who went through an impressive number of costume changes throughout the night. Smoking cigarettes behind smoke-black sunglasses, the two dancers provided an extra level of camp erotica to the show, arousing the crowd with a sexual comedy.
Swinging the mike above her head Roger Daltrey style, Peaches howled out the lyrics to "Talk To Me" as her two dancers marched erratically across the stage, giving jerky British salutes. After disappearing for a quick costume change, the dancers returned for "Lovertits," performing a lion tamer and cat routine, which quickly devolved into some serious grinding as Peaches guzzled down champagne and spit large gobs of it into the crowd.
The dancers' routines were only further debased with their transformation into demon unicorns, the added forehead appendages giving them both a number of copulatory options as they writhed on top each other on the DJ table. Geishas, matadors, sci-fi Moulin Rouge nymphs, each costume change added an increasingly dizzying level of weirdness and neurotic humor to the dancers' routines, a surreal mix of Matthew Barney and Dr. Seuss. Humping the air with one leg propped on the DJ table, Peaches nailed the gender-bending lines of "Boys Wanna Be Her," climbing on top of the table in her flesh colored body stocking to really prophesy atop the cock-rock riffs of the song.
Things eventually slowed for Peaches 3 a.m. karaoke rendition of Tina Turner's "Private Dancer," but she brought the mad energy right back when shouting the question "you guys like pussy?!" launching into her signature, international protest song, "Free Pussy Riot." As the night closed with "Fuck the Pain Away," the floor shook with bass vibrations, like a giant, angry dildo was planted below the stage, infecting everyone there with a cerebral hum that wouldn't be going away any time soon.
Personal Bias: Like many young deviants in the queer scene, Peaches' records have soundtracked many of my late-night bedroom ventures.
Random detail: There were about four or five occasions where the same woman cornered me and proceeded to wordlessly rub her ass on my crotch. Like, really hard. Completely uninvited. And unwelcome.
By the way: My companion to the Peaches show was local musician Lizzy Allen (formerly of Vitamins), who recently played a series of shows singing "Great Gig in the Sky" with The Flaming Lips. After studying the recording Peaches made with the Lips, Allen was eager to hear how the song was executed live.
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