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Peaches leaves her fans at The Chapel dripping wet

PeachesPhotos by Marc Fong // Written by Misty Dawn //

Peaches //
The Chapel – San Francisco
September 27th, 2017 //

Peaches has been a regular fixture in my playlist for about 13 years now. I’ve always loved her flawless, candy-coated voice as well as her unapologetic lyrics and unique expression when it comes to all things sex, sugar and electric.

I had been dying to see Peaches for years and finally got the opportunity to do so last year — and she didn’t disappoint. It was one of the best shows I’ve ever seen.

So when she was in town again this year at the mortuary-turned-music-venue/restaurant, aka The Chapel, I jumped at the opportunity to once again bask in her fleshy glory. And yet again, I left the weekday show sweaty, beaming and covered in cheap champagne. I love Peaches.

Peaches made her grand entrance onstage in a full-body merkin with a larger-than-life vagina headpiece to the song “Rub” because you always have to warm up before diving in to the main event. Glitter, grit and sweat was thick throughout the crowd.

Peaches

After she got us wet, Peaches moved below the belt and brought out her vagina-clad backup dancers to visually support her ode to her gash “Vaginoplasty”. Her dancers were dressed in what I can only assume were replicas of her lady bits covering their heads and long, flowing pastel merkins — and that was it. I’m happy to know that while Peaches is blessed with huge lips, she also likes to keep it nasty.

As the show went on, it was one costume change and kick-ass song after another. Highlights included “Dick in the Air” in which Peaches inflated an enormous “condom” over the crowd and proceeded to crawl through the shaft-casing while the crowd chanted “Dick! Dick! Dick” in support.

The show climaxed with champagne sprayed over the crowd directly from Peaches. Everyone went nuts, and she leaned over the audience and poured whatever liquid wasn’t sprayed into her fans’ eager mouths.

A Peaches gig is 50 percent rock show, 50 percent genitalia-forward performance art and 100 percent awesome — and you’re sure to leave dripping wet.

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