The only real tragedy of this fabulous record is that the listener cannot appreciate the Earth-shattering experience of being confronted by a man-eating, voracious Canadian with a partiality for mullet topiary and sex-toy fashion. The album is not for the faint of heart. Searing, uninhibited vocals pierce through an intricate trellis of acidic rock, techno and demented disco beats on the tracks "Rock Show","AAXXX" and "Hot Rod", while "Lovertits", the clear master-offering of the track list, is a ball-busting monument erected in the name of female prowess and the very core of male indimidation. Supposedly "minimalist" in terms of musical construction, this is far from minimalist in impact. Peaches and her "jackass" collaborators think nothing of metaphorically waving their vinyl-moulded, replicated sex organs of sound directly at your eardrums and then penetrating them with the precision of a Tokyo cyber-porn star. In a world where food is a known aphrodisiac, "Teaches" is no 24 hour convenience-store plastic pot cheesecake and Peaches is no baggy-eyed shop assistant. This creation is her gargantuous melba and she is Heidi Fleiss masquerading as Sara Lee, wielding the icing bag on the top. And only an opener like "Fuck the pain away" can be construed as a calling for music consumers to drink the juices from the Bacchiaun statue that is ground-breaking, trashy rhythms, wayward vocals and x-rated atmospherics. Diddle her Skittle if you dare!