Peaches is so Peaches, ya’ll. She’s all pubic hair, moon boots, lazer harps and Iggy Pop zombie duets. Duh, Peaches. Here’s a neat little artist’s statement of sorts from her, which has about thirty percent more light-up theremin since the last time she described her art. She’s pretty consistent in her overall body of work, though – which is largely unidentifiable but has something to do with "go girl!" and genderfucking. Nonetheless, she’s still five times the ladyman Gaga will ever be.