Peaches: Fatherf*cker : Music Reviews : Rolling Stone

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How do you follow up a debut album best known for a party-starter called "Fuck the Pain Away"? Former schoolteacher Peaches seems to intentionally drop the ball throughout Fatherfucker, the sequel to her notorious art-punk-funk disc, The Teaches of Peaches. Adding thrash guitars to her beatbox arsenal, she gets strangely monotonous on "Rock 'N' Roll," and she's just as dull as she strips down to early Run-DMC rhythms on "I'm the Kinda." Yet these flops set up the monster tracks: Teaming up with Iggy Pop isn't a good idea for mere mortals, but the potty mouth matches him cuss for cuss on the flat-out fantastic "Kick It" -- and becomes the trash-talkin', pussy-whippin', polysexual mama we all knew she could be.

BARRY WALTERS
(RS 932, October 2, 2003)