Peaches : I Feel Cream :: Review
The juxtapositions of the many moods of Peaches are endless on “I Feel Cream.” At first she doesn’t care if you talk to her “Serpentine,” where she endlessly rants “I don’t give a fuck if you call on me” to a bland robotic beat. However, she does coin the term “piss-sickle” so I guess that redeems the song a bit. In the next track, “Talk To Me,” Peaches is practically begging any would be suitors to talk to her. My only guess why they won’t is because of her filthy mouth and the fact that she can’t make up her mind whether she’s interested in a relationship anyway “Lose You”. Gosh, women are so confusing.
Aside from the naughty lyrics, Peaches seems to have lost her charm by trying too hard to be outwardly extreme. Cursing doesn’t bother me but when it is this excessive it just bogs the record down. This shtick is tired and about as shocking as going down to the corner market and overhearing a kid with a dirty mouth trying to impress onlookers. The album production sounds flat, even when you’re promised that she’ll whip this party into shape “More” she fails miserably. It’s probably a shitty party anyway. On this album Peaches proves she is only capable of repeating the same stunted staccato groove over and over again and that would certainly drive all the party guests away. After Peaches sings about finding a partner in “Billionaire” I lost interest, and not even the altered groove of the title track kept me listening. The album reverts back to lame raps and lousy production after “I Feel Cream”, which I don’t think Peaches would have attempted on her last record, “Impeach My Bush.” “I Feel Cream” is absolutely abysmal.
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Ms. Manners Reply:
April 14th, 2009 at 7:16 pm
Dear Starstruck,
Thanks for responding so quickly to this review. It is rather unfortunate that your roommate listens to similar “manure.” Maybe you can replace her crappy music collection with something interesting, or dare I say it, good? A little bird told me that the new Beck reissue is fun. I bet your roommate won’t even miss her Peaches collection. Who would?
Sincerely,
Ms. Manners
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