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The power of Peaches' politics 

When: Wed., Oct. 28, 9 p.m. 2015
Price: $18-$20


CAT'S CRADLE, CARRBORO—The teaches of Peaches are now plain to see. The gender-bending, sex-positive offerings of the Canadian emcee, producer and provocateur, like the dogmatic "Fuck the Pain Away" or the tense "Set It Off," made way for women who wanted to get their rocks off by doing a little dick-swinging of their own. See, for instance, the deliriously provocative Azealia Banks, the defiantly self-empowered Pink or the perpetually experimenting Miley Cyrus. Hell, even Iggy Azalea got into the act with her pre-"Fancy" single, "Pu$$y."

Peaches is more than just an elder stateswoman of rocks-off rock 'n' rollers. She's also witness to a rapidly shifting landscape of gender. Her sixth album, Rub, deals with this dilemma. First, there's a load of low-ceiling mood music, like the skeletal title track ("Can't talk right now/This chick's dick is in my mouth") and the laconic "Dick in the Air" (which calls for male objectification). But Rub ends with "I Mean Something," which keeps those songs' stuttering beats but adds something missing from Peaches' brash tracks: vulnerability.

"No matter how old, how young, how sick/I mean something, I mean something," she raps. The rest of her lyrics are fairly superficial as self-actualization goes; think Rachel Platten's "Fight Song," only with more oblique references to tampons. Still, the chorus speaks to the crisis that any other artist who isn't pushed to the margins has to handle: "What you gotta say, gotta say?/What you gotta do?/What you gotta say doesn't matter anymore/What you gotta do, gotta do?"

Feist sings the chorus, adding a bit of pathos to the question that animates, and at times deflates, Rub: What does the provocateur do once the needle has moved? Certain tactics that were once guaranteed to get attention—opening a song with the line "Suckin' on my titties," for instance—have become a little less shocking. "I Mean Something" is Peaches' signal flare. She's going to keep moving, if only because her desire to flaunt runs deeper than the rush she gets from the response. With Christeene. 9 p.m., $18–$20, 300 E. Main St., Carrboro, 919-967-9053, —Maura Johnston

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