Peaches

Watch what happens when someone asks you what you've been listening to and you say Peaches. You've got to be pretty, um, mature to put this one on, but once you do, the minimalist electro grooves hook you right in. Before you know it, you'll be singing along, unaware that what you're saying could make even Ron Jeremy blush. Which could be very bad. Or very good.

Not cock-rock, bukkake-rock. And though you may be lucky enough not to know what that means, Peaches had better. Doesn't matter whether she's a performance artist, a concept rocker, a bored schoolteacher, or an expat with a gimmick. "Come on, hot rod/Give me your wad" etc. is prosex postfeminism for the age of Internet porn, in which thousands of women a day prove how cool they are by smiling through their semen facials. It's wish fulfillment for boys who make passes at girls who wear glasses. And given a beat by Chilly Gonzales's low-techno bump and grind, it's perfect for a fashion industry finally past the embarrassment of junkie chic. (Grade - B-)