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Arts and Entertainment

Peaches Rocks The House

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Peaches was in town for two days last week to rock the house and show all the Hollywood hipsters what it means to be comfortable with your body and own sexuality. For Peaches, this means wearing as little as possible throughout the show, guzzling a bottle of water so part of it streams down her chest, changing onstage into various getups with shoes to boot and making uncountable hand motions pointing to both her chest and genital areas. Oh and then let's not forgot the multiple bras thrown on stage -- which we've seen at Bon Jovi, but at Avalon during a Peaches show? Classic. Like this (click G, V and T).

Now, first, we love Peaches and her crew (and Beggars and Matadors a thousand thanks), and we support the fact that some venue employees are overworked and underpaid. But bitter? Really? At the holidays? For all the times we've gone to the window to pick up tickets, this was the first time EVER we weren't just on the press list and instead had to go around to the side to wait for the manager to come and let us in. He had no walkie and the process took about 45 minutes. We made friends with other press who were waiting, so this was fine, and it's not like we were cold, but it was rude rude rude. Now once we were in, we were more than taken care of (thanks Mike), but to the rest of Avalon ticket window staff, suck it. Honestly, who are you to thumb your nose at anyone, and to be so rude is just tacky. The worst we have ever seen.

But on to the show...

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Her latest album, "Impeach My Bush", is raw, seedy, honest and mesmerizing. She played all the crowd favorites: "Two Guys (For Every Girl)", "Rock The Shocker", "Tent In Your Pants", "Boys Wanna Be Her", and "Stick It To The Pimp"; she also played tunes from her previous album, as well as her most (in)famous song, "Fuck The Pain Away".

She had Samantha Maloney on drums, who rocked it hard. She is best known for playing in the bands Hole, Mötley Crüe, and Eagles of Death Metal, so her joining Peaches is just awesome. We overheard a few people say they were there to see Samantha as much as Peaches. She joins musicians JD Samson and Radio Sloan, who make up The Herms (as Peaches calls them).

It was one for the books. Angelenos might have seen her in past tours (we saw her first at Star Shoes in 2004), but her shows always leave you feeling electrified.

Pictures courtesy of FelixFotography and LookBookLA