“What am I looking at?” Was my first thought when Peaches took to the Varsity stage. My second was, “How the hell am I going to describe this?” Thankfully the photos can do most of the work, but I ask you, dear reader, what even is this? I thought it might be dangling wangs at first glance, but that’s definitely not it. This show’s celebrations were strictly vaginal.
Two dancers flanked her in complementary, albeit greatly subdued costumes. They would leave and return throughout the show in similar capacities wearing matching hair suits or even paper mache vaginas.
It’s a good thing Peaches is such a magnet for attention, because the stage constantly changed with the assistance of her two dancers and a couple stagehands. They helped her in and out of costumes, assembled risers and stairs, set lighting up and rotated lighting around Peaches in a clunky orbit.
One dramatic costume toss later and she was down to her…hair…suit? Like a kind of loose fishnet bodysuit string with what looked like locks of hair, much of it crimped. Because why would you go through all the trouble of making a hair suit and not crimp it?
In the twenty plus years I’ve been listening to Peaches’ music, I’ve never seen her play, but exactly none of this comes as a surprise. She’s always been lewd and in your face since her debut titled Lovertits in 2000.
Peaches does what Peaches wants and what Peaches wanted to talk about most at her show was vaginas. Sometimes it was her own, others just vaginas in general, and as I mentioned, one song came with labial props dancing on either side of her.
The crowd comprised of an impressive range of folks in terms of age, fashion, and gender. Generally, the attire was basically a mix of vintage store meets adult store…but not lewd. Well, mostly not lewd. I mean, would it really be a Peaches show if everybody kept it all zipped up tight?
