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Friday, May 29, 2009

Peaches/I Feel Cream/May 5th, 2009

by Imogen V. Shahrazad

Peaches is a naughty lady/bitch guilty of delicious crimes in the name of gender-bending and electrosex. Her albums revolve around very select subject matter: fucking (not sex—this is definitely about fucking), fluid gender identities, and intentionally indefinable sexual tastes that range from men to women and everything in between. The music itself is comprised of the dirtiest electronic beats, often appropriately pulsing over her vocals that alternate between singing and semi-rapping.

I Feel Cream won’t disappoint long established Peaches fans. Admittedly, the beginning of the album is a little underwhelming. The songs are slower and lacking the heat that makes Peaches so sweet. Fortunately, things quickly pick up, as the song “More” promises to “whip this party into shape” and slyly notes, “seems you got a little bit more than you asked for.”

The title track is the album’s standout. One of the most danceable beats on the album oscillating along with Peaches deceptively angelic voice until a shift occurs that sends her back into a seductive growl for a few seconds while a new pulsing beat grows in volume until we explode climactically back into the chorus. Another song of note is “Show Stopper.” Driven by a fuzzy guitar and the Peaches signature growl, she promises her listeners to “rock [them] harder than a martyr in a holy war” and declares herself a “show stopper/panty-dropper/ everybody’s favorite shocker.” One a final note, Peaches provides her own take on the “cougar” phenomenon on the song “Mommy Complex.” As an artist unashamed of her embrace of all things genderqueer and “deviant” by traditional standards, it’s no surprise that she celebrates her age instead of hiding it, a tough choice to make in a world full of barely legal pop-tarts Bogarting all the masturbatory fantasies of America’s lustful youth. If listeners are not wholly convinced of her bad-assery at this point, then they’re not listening. Or they’re assholes.

Peaches is not for the faint of heart or nuns or your mother, but for listeners without prejudice, I Feel Cream is a turn-on and a party starter. It’s up to you to take those feelings and apply them accordingly.

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Do You Want Fries With That?

By Max Gold, Age 13

There’s a quiet little town, in a world, on about a 78 degrees angle from Venus, about 2389329 miles away from Venus, full of really, really, really fat people. These people loved to eat; they would eat everything, from liver to asparagus, from chocolate to Sticky Cheese, and from Jelly to Jam. Now these people were happy people and no one ever put them down.

Outside Earth, there’s this gigantic space ship. This space ship looks exactly like a hamburger, with seeds every few yards and all. Their salt and pepper guns were loaded, and ready to hit this planet full of fat people (although they the McDonaldians didn‘t know they were fat.) The King Grilled Chicken stood up on the ice cream cone pillar, ready to make a speech.

“Hello My fellow McDonaldians” The King Grilled Chicken said. “Today we march down to earth, and we fight to death!” he screamed.

This got much applause, especially from a Chicken nugget, named Crispy Gangsta. “Yeah let’s show dem homies we gunna pop a soda cap up their-” But he was cut off when the king threw a ketchup packet at him. “Shut it. Now unleash all flamin’ hot sauce!” The King screamed.

Down on Earth all the fat people were having a “we-ate-ten-thousand-pieces-of-chicken-day.” Now as we all know that’s a huge celebration, everyone who’s anyone goes there.

Then, out of nowhere, it started raining salt and pepper. Then the sound of hamburgers the size of pillows ringed in everyone ears. Then… a giant pillow sized hamburger flew down from the sky. It was Crispy Gangsta ready for action.

Unfortunately a boy named Chungy saw Crispy’s ship and got over excited. He ran at the hamburger full force, and swallowed Crispy Gangsta whole. Then he tore that hamburger down and ate the entire thing in five seconds, and wanted more. Then the rest of the space ships came down. In half an hour not one scrap of food was left. Except the mother ship which had landed.

“I come to you humans in peace and hope we can make a fair agreement, and-” but he got cut off when Chungy got a little too hungry. He swallowed the king in one gulp. The poor McDonaldians had no idea what was coming… But the voluptuous folk on the ground sure got a lot of fun out of eating the mother ship.

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