Peaches: Burst

Peaches came at you like a violation, and that was the entire point. Distorted voice, cheap keyboards, lyrics designed to make you squirm. She wasn’t here to seduce anyone or make you feel good. She wanted you uncomfortable—wanted you to sit with desire and disgust at the same time, to feel something you couldn’t name. When everyone else was making polite electronic music, she was out there making something that felt genuinely transgressive, and somehow that’s what it needed to be.