Whoever said pop stars fade with age was dead wrong. Looking fitter than ever in a lycra body suit covered in hands pointing in all sorts of suggestive directions, Peaches proved she was a many-trick pony, variously singing, dancing, DJing and spraying the crowd with champagne. There were – and there never have been – any illusions with Peaches. What you see is literally what you get – in your face, down your throat, just the way she likes it.
Her outfits similarly did not disappoint. A longtime fan of the crazy shoulder pad, Peaches opened the show in what could best be described as her ‘Queen Bee’ costume, while later on she struggled to see through wild strands of caveman hair and skulls. All the while, the favourites kept coming; Talk To Me, Operate, Boys Wanna Be Her, Shake Yer Dix, Fuck the Pain Away and the epic, phallic piece de resistance Cum Undun. The champagne also kept coming, and I’m pretty sure the two ‘slutty’ back-up dancers were perpetually coming.
As much as she shocks and rocks our freakin’ socks off, Peaches does genuinely have a lot of talent. It’s a rare thing to have complete ownership over the stage the way she does, not to mention all the extra-curricular activities she has to take care of behind the DJ decks. The only thing that brought the night down was when she donned a bum bag and started selling merch from the stage. It was hard to pin that one on cliché, irony or bad taste.
The encore was stunted by a power outage – which Peaches blamed on the dancers’ “fucking hairdryers” – but before long, her sequined arse wiggled back into action and the crowd counted the minutes before they could crash-tackle her at the actual merch stand.
BY JEN WILSON
Photo by Tegan Louise
Loved: All the bits.
Hated: Selling merch from the stage. WTF.
Drank: Champagne from Peaches’ crotch.
