Peaches & Scream

Peaches’ gigs are unapologetically sexual, manic, and fiercely inclusive. ‘You’re going to see tits,’ my wife said – half warning, half assurance, ‘and lots of them.’ She was right. At one point during her sexually kaleidoscopic performance, Peaches asked to see everyone’s tits and, as one does at a Peaches gig, everyone diligently got their tits out for Peaches. During a short interlude, and one of at least five costume changes, a heavily tattooed and lightly loin-clothed man took centre stage to swing a pendulous weight from his own pendulous weights. Lasting and impactful insights can strike at the strangest times. I left the Peaches gig sweaty, light spirited and questioning my inhibitions’ legitimacy.