stick it (in).

peaches: impeach my bush.

in the last few years, the one peach with the hole in the middle has gone from underground vixen to guilty pleasure to some pretty big name stars. her cult hit, “fuck the pain away” appeared in the film lost in translation, mangled shock rocker iggy pop performed on her last album, and in recent months she even opened shows for nin and bauhaus. now she’s got joan jett and josh homme contributing to her latest traxxx. but don’t panic, peaches hasn’t grown too big for her aa cups and hot pink hot pants.

impeach my bush retains all of the charming simplicity and sexually explicit audacity of her previous albums (teaches of peaches, and fatherfucker). in typical peaches fashion, the rhymes are quick and the beats are wicked. with abrasive joan jett rockers ("boys wanna be her") and dirty missy elliot inspired raps ("tent in your pants"), impeach my bush is a non-stop romp in the electro sack. if you don’t hear from me for the rest of the summer, i’m probably holed up in my bedroom dancing in my underwear.

see the live peaches rock show with eagles of death metal: http://peachesrocks.com/

**buy it at insound!**