No George or Kate in sight, but plenty of the other kind of, er, bush.  Full text...

This booty-shaking twinge of R&B is a motif that, along with Peaches' increased vocal dexterity and Kurstin's fizz n'buzz electronics, vibrates throughout the album.   Full text...

The title may suggest otherwise but Merrill Nisker is concerned with sex and little else.  Full text...

This album suggests that she can keep her music interesting for the long haul.  Full text...

As you might expect, the title doesn't deal so much with politics as it does the feminist rapper's lady parts.  Full text...

It's the slick production and ridiculously good dance-based electro beats that have transformed this outing into actual good music.  Full text...

She still writes the hottest, nastiest raps this side of 2 Live Crew on Spanish Fly. She still straps them onto cheesy Eurodisco grooves and chunky AC/DC garage-metal riffs. And once she starts spanking that monkey, she's irresistible.  Full text...

This disc is typically Peaches, and the electro-pop music on it is catchy and enjoyable.   Full text...

A stomping, stadium-sized mix that sits well with experimental electro nods towards Spank Rock’s minimalism, a sexed-up Annie (‘Downtown’) and a less luminous Le Tigre.  Full text...

They say that you shouldn't mix sex with politics but perhaps this album would have been more interesting if Peaches had used her bold approach to impeach Bush.  Full text...

After all, it worked for Die Hard 3.  Full text...

Mix the rudest bits of Madonna, Goldfrapp, Pink, Lil’ Kim and Princess Superstar and — arguably — you get Peaches.  Full text...

Peaches keeps the party moving on her third effort, ImPeach My Bush, a title based more on puns and double entendres than an actual political agenda.  Full text...

It's an ambitious record, that's for sure; billed as a "social album," one meant to "challenge, educate and encourage," Impeach My Bush takes tapping ass out of the bedroom and makes it fight the power.  Full text...

It's more of the same, with brittle electro beats, primitive keyboard figures and the odd punk riff, as she ticks off the sexual variations: group/gay sex, oral sex, foreplay, S&M, and so on, in graphic tedium.  Full text...

Sex, however, is like religion: no one (save Peaches?) likes it shoved down their throat. Call us prudes, but when it comes to this rubbish, we’d rather remain celibate.  Full text...