Peaches - Fatherfucker album review
Fatherfucker is one of the most provocative electro punk albums of 2003. You have a mixture of explicit saucy sex songs and rock n roll songs. Bag It is an ode to safe sex and condoms. The provocative saucy Back It Up, Boys is about pegging. Shake Yer Dix empowers women to be independent. Are the motherfuckers ready for the fatherfuckers?
The provocative saucy Back It Up, Boys is about pegging. The sexual act of a woman using a fake penis with a strap-on to penetrate a man’s anus or mouth. A lot of female on male anal sex. Don't you know it's supposed to feel better for boys? This is Peaches answer to the song The Wet Spots - Do You Take It.
Her lyrics are very clear about how this song is about pegging.
You know what I'm talking about right?
There can only be one thing, you know?
Mine's fake, inanimate, but feels great
Just stimulate your prostate
Relax, it's fat
Let me pat your crack
And make it all fat up in your sacral iliac
Peaches empowers women and men to be independent on the song Shake Yer Dix. She basically killed old school feminism out the window as we know it. The song uses such confrontational nature but is not too harsh.
These lyrics explain how women taking over men’s positions in life. Women are going to take men’s place. “Boys like the lips swinging in their face/Lying back it's taking their own space/We're gonna kick it now and take your place”
These lyrics are what make the song so empowering.
Are the motherfuckers ready for the fatherfuckers?
Are the fatherfuckers ready for the motherfuckers?
Girls and boys they want it all
Lay back and make the call
You need that flip, yeah really quick
And keep it so slow it sick
You gotta shake yer dix and yer tits
Boys like the lips swinging in their face
Lying back it's taking their own space
We're gonna kick it now and take your place
Bag It is an ode to safe sex and condoms. The song uses a stupid catchy chorus which goes “I’m a little ambitious, and I want my wishes/So I gotta fuckticious, Sid Vicious, doing all my dirty dishes”. The song uses such confrontational nature. But is not too harsh.
4/5****
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Peaches - Impeach My Bush album review
Impeach My Bush of the most provocative electro punk albums of 2006. It is understandable for one to think how this album has an anti-authoritarian stance and anti-establishment stance. Not so much as a middle finger to anti-authoritarianism. However the album title would lead you to think and believe otherwise. The album has explicit provocative saucy sex songs more so than woke political songs. Yet she is pushing the limits of censorship in music.
The song Tent In Your Pants explains how Peaches does some metaphysical worship of a gigantic phallus that belongs to her man. Peaches worships her man’s gigantic phallus in an obsessive and possessive manner.
This song hurt so much that I got a soregasm! That’s how good this song really is. The song filled with sleazy dick jokes and sexual humor. Peaches uses some clever and witty humour with the lyrics to this song. If there's a housing crisis in and you need a place to go, you gotta open the door and get inside of his pants. Basically Tent In Your Pants deals with erections.
Peaches sees something in her man’s pants that can't be real. She tells him not to be so reluctant by holding back. She’s gotta move in closer and cop a feel. Peaches recognizes he has got something with mass appeal. Peaches tells her man, “The tent so big in your pants, baby.” Peaches notices her man’s erection in his pants is so massive. In other words, he has a big massive erection. She wants to take a chance with her man.
The erection he has sporting inside of his pants is so big to the point where Peaches wants to invite her friends over for a dance. Here is what Peaches tells her man about the big erection he is sporting. “The tent's so big in your pants, baby. I'm gonna bring my friends for a dance, baby. Gonna sell those tickets advance, baby. An immense gig up in your pants, baby.” Girls and boys everywhere wanna make the scene. There's a pole in the middle and it's made out of wood. Get the romancing down to ground. You lick the pole when it's cold and your tongue'll stick. So keep the party pumpin' and thumpin' and shit. We're gonna wash that pole.
Peaches uses some clever and witty humour with the lyrics to this song but that’s not too surprising given how the song uses sleazy dick jokes and sexual humor. Just read these lyrics.
I see something in your pants that can't be real
Don't hold back, baby, tell me what's the deal
I gotta move in closer and cop a feel
Oh my, you got something with mass appeal
The tent so big in your pants, baby
The tent so big in your pants
If there's a housing crisis in the n anymore
Need a place to go, you gotta open the door
Wanna save the night, pull up a floor
Wanna feel alright, party galore
You got a tents gig going in France, baby
An immense gig up in your pants, baby
The kids need something romance, baby
Come on, let's take a chance (ooh)
The tent's so big in your pants, baby
I'm gonna bring my friends for a dance, baby
Gonna sell those tickets advance, baby
An immense gig up in your pants, baby
The tent's so big in your pants, baby
I'm gonna bring my friends for a dance, baby
Gonna sell those tickets advance, baby
An immense gig up in your pants, baby
I'm invite assuring you, connie and dean
Girls and boys everywhere wanna make the scene
There's a pole in the middle and it's made out of wood
We should all dance around it, we would if we could
Stop the pole dancing, sliding up and down
Get to romancing, down, down to the ground
Stop the pole dancing, sliding up and down
Get to romancing, down, down to the ground
The tent's so big in your pants, baby
I'm gonna bring my friends for a dance, baby
Gonna sell those tickets advance, baby
An immense gig up in your pants, baby
The tent's so big in your pants, baby
I'm gonna bring my friends for a dance, baby
Gonna sell those tickets advance, baby
An immense gig up in your pants, baby
You lick the pole when it's cold and your tongue'll stick
So keep the party pumpin' and thumpin' and shit
Rubbin' the club, legs in between
Lovin' the scrub, keepin' it clean
We're gonna wash that pole
We're gonna wash that pole
We're gonna wash that pole
Scrub that pole, wash that pole
The tent's so big in your pants, baby
I'm gonna bring my friends for a dance, baby
Gonna sell those tickets advance, baby
An immense gig up in your pants, baby
The tent's so big in your pants, baby
I'm gonna bring my friends for a dance, baby
Gonna sell those tickets advance, baby
An immense gig up in your pants, baby
Hurts so good I got a soregasm [Repeats]
Peaches pushes the limits of censorship in music when she talks about sex in the song Rock the Shocker. She sings about how good the real thing about sex is. The song uses a huge amount of shock rock.
Peaches sings about how good the real thing about sex is with these lyrics. She tells men to stop relying on their penises for sexual satisfaction. So she lets them in on the little secrets of sex.
Lenny showed me something
It could make you cry
Don't you worry baby
Just give it a try
Gonna let you in a little secret
You gotta learn this little trick
Get your hands and your fingers ready
Stop relying on your dick
Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty
Gonna make you feel supersonic
Boys oh boys, I'll give you something to really flaunt
Toys, no toys I'll show you what, what a girl wants
Get into the groove, don't forget to move
Peaches tells hoes to stick it to their pimps by standing up for themselves with her song Stick It To The Pimp. This is another one of her songs that empowers women to be independent. Are you ready? Ready for the takeover?
Are you ready? Ready for the takeover? Peaches has the plan. Just follow her. Don't worry. You're doing the right thing.
Peaches is a pumped up, souped up renegade. Her love shoots like a hand grenade. She is the first one on this panty raid. Forget that lady marmalade because she’ll fix you some peach lemonade. Never cost more than a penny arcade.
You wanna stick it. I wanna stick it. We wanna stick it. Stick it to the pimp. All you male whores, drop your drawers. The hoes are gonna stick it to the pimp. Pimps are going to have to sell their suits and Peaches (and their hoes) all the loot. They’re gonna have to do these.
These lyrics prove that Peaches is ready for some action.
I'm a pumped up, souped up renegade
My love shoots like a hand grenade
I'm the first one on this panty raid
Gonna stop my horsey kid parade
Wanna be part of local brigade
Never cost more than penny arcade
Forget that lady marmalade
I'll fix you some peach lemonade
4/5****
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Dr. Dre - Poppa's Got A Brand New Funk album review
Dr. Dre - Poppa's Got A Brand New Funk is a G-Funk classic laced with the elements of funk, soul, and pop. Any Dr. Dre fan will want to listen to this album. Keep Their Heads Ringing, Blunt Time, Hookers By The Dozen, All Of The Bullshit We Been Thru, and Smoke Enough Bud are some of the highlights of this album.
Dr. Dre - Poppa's Got A Brand New Funk was one of the many anticipated Death Row Records releases fans were waiting on to be released and anticipating on. Chronic II was supposed to be the sequel to The Chronic album and was supposed be released in 1995. However Dr. Dre - Poppa's Got A Brand New Funk was never released due to incompletion, sample clearance issue, fights, and label politics among several other issues. But when Dr. Dre left Death Row Records he left behind a lot of masters for songs recorded for the Poppa's Got A Brand New Funk album.
Dr. Dre kept peoples heads ringing with the G-Funk classic Keep Their Heads Ringing. Nanci Fletcher captivated audiences with her vocals. Dr. Dre has rhymes to keep you enchanted. So get up. Get a move on and get your groove on. I know you're bobbin' your head.
Dr. Dre the spectacular goes for your neck. So call him "Blacula" as he drain a nigga's jugular vein and maintain to leave blood stains. So don't complain. Just chill and listen to the beats Dr. Dre spills. The mic gets smoked once you hear the beat kick.
Dr. Dre is that nigga that keeps the hoes' panties wet. Music floats like a flying saucer. With grooves so funky they come with a Speed Stick. So check the flavor that he’s bringin’. The motherfuckin' D-R-E will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin’.
Mad niggas about to feel the full effect of intellect. This rap shit's his meal ticket and still is to an extent. Dr. Dre brings the terror and pain like Stephen King. He is a black Casanova running niggas over like Christine. He gets plenty of ass. So some call him an ass-tronaut.
Especially when he rocks the spot with the flavor he has. Dr. Dre has rhymes to keep you enchanted. He produces a smokescreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted. Keep their heads ringin'!
Dr. Dre is a debonair with flair. He is running shit like the mayor. But he ain't no politician as there is no competition. He is sending all opposition to see a mortician. Up front and never in the backdrop. Step on stage and get faded just like a flat-top. Your rhyme sounds like you bought 'em at Stop 'n Go. Dre came to wax you. So just call him Mop & Glo.
The addictive Smoke Enough Bud is a good ass weed song and is a G-Funk cover of Shirley Jones - Do You Get Enough Love. Smoke Enough Bud with Snoop Dogg and Jewell was recorded around the time Chronic II was being produced and engineered. The song was never released due to sample clearance issues. However the song was finally released as a bonus track on the 2009 album Dr. Dre - The Chronic: Re-Lit & From The Vault.
Here is the plot of Smoke Enough Bud. Snoop Dogg is depressed because of his lack of weed. Jewell serenades his depression and offering him her own supply of weed. Which is why you can hear Jewell serenading about Snoop’s depression.
Snoop’s boy Trizzoy ran out of bud. Of course Snoop needs a hit as he ain't had a hit in about a week. He is trying to put this album together without no weed. Snoop believes he cannot pull off recording an album without the influence of marijuana. Snoop believes he cannot pull this shit off. A nigga straight trippin’, man.
Jewell asks Snoop in a serenading manner, “Do you smoke enough, smoke enough, smoke enough, smoke enough bud? I wanna know. Baby do you smoke enough, smoke enough, smoke enough, smoke enough bud? I gotta know.”
Jewell tells Snoop, “If the answer's no, you better come see me. Cause I'm always smoking chronic. And I got what you need when you need it. Don't get high and leave it. Baby anytime you want some bud. You can come and get it from me.”
Jewell is always smoking chronic. She tells Snoop that he can purchase marijuana from her anytime he needs to. She also tells him not to get high and leave it.
Jewell also tells Snoop, “Well, if you don't something's wrong with you. Now you can't come see me. Cause I'm always stocked on chronic. And blazing so much weed. When you need it. Snoop, how you need it? Baby anytime you want some bud. You can come and get it from me.”
When most people think about smoking bud, it's just a past time hobby. This can be applied to anyone who smokes. But for Snoop, marijuana is compulsory for him to have. And that’s real. Marijuana is something he gots to groove with. He misses marijuana like he used to miss my girl.
I'm gonna have to ask you the questions. Do you smoke enough bud? Do you get enough bud? Because if you don't you need to.
Jewell asks Snoop several questions by asking him, “Can you tell do you smoke enough bud? Snoop, won't you tell me? Are you high yet? Did you get enough bud?”
5/5*****!!
Mixerr Reviews was a news blog/local business from Austin, Texas, US that operated from 2012 to 2023. This blog is no longer operational and has been discontinued. Michael Mixerr is currently a writer, narrator, and content curator for Bout Dat Online.
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