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While we prefer both Peaches and Amanda Blank's recorded output in bite-sized chunks we consider both women to be formidable life performers to be wholly appreciated. We've seen Blank perform with Spank Rock a number of times and her spirited presence often stole the stage from her band mates. Friday night's show at The Metro had Blank performing with only a DJ and a live drummer, but her diminutive figure grew to envelop the entire room as she spat out gleeful sing-song raps and danced around the stage with abandon. Songs we found weak on her debut came to life on the stage, their worth inflated by her delivery. While Blank's performance was a pop pleasure, Peaches' set was a tour de force, a theatrical overdose that came across that even though it was centered on DIY stage sets put extravaganzas by Cher or any given stadium rock flavor of the month to shame. Multiple costume changes, energetic song delivery that only increased in intensity as the set moved forward, and a brutal command of mesmerizing sexuality came together to create one of the most compelling live shows we've seen all year. Also, there's nothing more rewarding than realizing her reach is growing with time as we noticed we were surrounded by yuppies happily singing along to her most popular track, "Fuck The Pain Away." Awesome.
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Awesome awesome show.
Back when today's yuppies were yesterday's hipsters, we loved that song... so of course when we saw Peaches was in town we only did what was right: hire a babysitter, drive in from Schaumburg in our BMW, buy an overpriced PBR at The Metro, and sing along to the sweet sweet tunes of our youth.
Metro serves PBR?
No. No they don't. Just overpriced other beers. And that's why I sneak flasks into shows. Even though I'm saving money by not having children, I will still always try to get drunk on the cheap wherever I go.
I wouldn't know this because as a yuppie I drink real beer. Bad assumption on my part about the PBR, so I stand corrected.
No problem. As to your previous point, I was merely pointing out a visual that you would have viewed as absurd when falling in love with that oldie ten years ago, I wasn't making value judgments on any of the attendees. I don't care if you're wearing a popped collared Izod or a hot yellow metallic poncho or ridiculous bright blue leggings ... if people were enjoying the music that's all I cared about.
I saw someone in a jumpsuit. Like a billowy belted in the middle jumpsuit.
As a photographer shooting the show... I suppose I'm remiss in not having documented same.
Peaches will be on Sound Opinions sometime in the new year... because that's how old media rolls ;)
PBR isn't a real beer? I beg to differ, sir. It won a BLUE RIBBON.
Indeed it has!