Peaches gives us a brash, unapologetic blend of electronic, dance, punk, industrial, and pop music, on No Lube So Rude, out now via Kill Rock Stars. Existing at the intersection of the personal and the political, the physical body serves not only as a sexual and spiritual vessel, but also as the front line in a battle for basic human rights. Peaches’ lyrics are bawdy, laced with biting sarcasm and clever wordplay, but they’re also surprisingly vulnerable, offering up a candid look in the mirror from a post-menopausal queer icon reckoning with a society that’s come to expect silence. The result is a deliberately provocative exploration of identity, sexuality, and bodily autonomy from a trailblazer.