Actual text exchange with James (yesterday):
James: I demand you listen to the song Dick In The Air by Peaches and review it for the blog.
Me: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
Now, I don’t own any of Peaches’ records, and the only thing I know about her was her appearance on the Henry Rollins Show, ages ago. That performance was good, if a little contrived, but I liked the music for its brash, punk rock attitude.
Why was James asking me to play this song and write about it for you? Let’s find out!
Haha what the fuck is this. It sounds like a knob-twiddling sample and a song sketch, not really a whole song. But then again, I don’t know much about this type of music, so maybe this is genius on some level and I haven’t a clue. It’s pure electronic, and has a really annoying siren noise all the way through it that I could definitely do without. It also completely lacks energy. I could swear I heard her yawn.
The lyrics are juvenile and therefore mostly hilarious, like they were written by a 5 year old boy. As my lovely wife said (when she heard it with me), “It’s probably some commentary on all the twerking and shake your ass rap songs out there.” True that. Still, I’d put this on par with something like Short-Dicked Man, for level of maturity and desire to play it more than once (read: not).
I can see why James would find it hilarious, though. It’s high comedy, and I surely hope it was intended as such.
So, um, thanks James?
And hey, because you rock, here she is performing it on the Strombo Sessions. Look how seriously he’s taking her! Haha his face is almost funnier than the song itself.
And here’s the Rollins Show song. Haha the shorts!