In Dazed's 20th-anniversary issue, we interviewed the renegade musician about breaking down barriers in the industry and maintaining longevity whilst remaining provocative

When Merrill Beth Nisker burst onto the stage as Peaches at the turn of the new millennium, pubic hair curling out of her lurid pink hot pants and encouraging everyone to “fuck the pain away”, it was nothing short of a revelation. Her stripped-back electronic beats were seedier than a Soho sex shop and her live show rocked harder than any cookie-cutter beefcake with a guitar – this was party music for the outsider generation.

It wasn’t just shock factor sex appeal that Peaches exuded like sweat, she addressed gender politics – wiggling her lady parts at the boundaries between cocks and crotches – and, most importantly, she was doing it by hersel... article continues »

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