Like many of you out there, from the very first moment I heard The Teaches of Peaches, I was hooked. With the release of her first new album in six years, Rub, Peaches is back just as you remember her: Super. Fucking. Cool.
There is nothing more terrifying than waiting for the answer to the "do you know who you remind me of/look like?" statement/question. You brace yourself for an answer that doesn't push you to Botox, Spanx and a wig, or at least I do.