Ah, Peaches. First track and already she's letting you know she doesn't give a f*ck if you fall for her or maul her, while a wicked wall of noise grinds its hips behind her. Total bliss. Then it sounds like a Euro-pop diva hijacks the next two songs. On her fifth album, Peaches is still herself, but different -- singing and rapping more, even going a little Donna Summers on us. Don't be surprised if this release lands her a hair closer to the mainstream. After all, it's Peaches. The most subversive trick left in her book is to French the Top 40; she's already made it with everybody else.