Merrill Nisker grew up in Toronto with no formal musical training, drawn instead to theatre, and spent a decade teaching children's music and drama before a 1997 thyroid cancer scare and the collapse of a long relationship pushed her toward songwriting. Renaming herself after the closing line of Nina Simone's "Four Women," she wrote The Teaches of Peaches (2000) alone in her bedroom on a Roland MC-505 groovebox she called "her MC5" — its title track survives only as a live, unfinished take bought off a Toronto club's sound engineer for five dollars and never re-recorded. Word of mouth off a tiny Berlin label made Peaches the loudest voice of electroclash, rebuilding rock and hip-hop's most familiar come-ons in a woman's own mouth.
As a teenager, Nisker haunted Toronto club nights covering Led Zeppelin and, pointedly, “High School Confidential” — the song written by Carole Pope, singer of the Toronto glam-new wave band Rough Trade, whose openly queer, sexually blunt lyrics made her the city's most provocative idol. One night Pope herself was in the room; Nisker trailed her around the club until Pope, mistaking her for an admirer, fled. Naming her influences decades later, Peaches didn't hedge: “Lyrically, I'm fucking following the path of [Rough Trade's] Carol Pope. God, she was such an inspiration for me.”
listen forPope sings “High School Confidential” in a flat, unhurried deadpan that turns a taboo desire into a plain announcement rather than a plea — the vocal trick Peaches borrows wholesale for “Diddle My Skittle,” where the same sing-song, nursery-rhyme cadence carries lyrics built to slip past broadcast norms. Neither singer raises her voice; the shock is in how casually each states what pop was supposed to leave unsaid.
Chrissie Hynde is the one artist Peaches credits with teaching her that a woman could sing dirty and mean it. Building the lyrics of “Fuck the Pain Away” name by name, she wrote herself into the Pretenders singer's orbit — “Check out my Chrissie behind” — and later explained why: “Chrissie Hynde from the Pretenders... had the coolest voice and really got me into dirty lyrics. There was this song called ‘Tattooed Love Boys’ on the first album,” where Hynde turned a stock sexual boast inside out and handed it to a woman instead. “I was like, ‘What?! That's amazing.’”
listen forHynde delivers “I shot my mouth off and you showed me what that hole was for” with a cool, unbothered smirk, tucked into a scrappy, guitar-driven arrangement that never raises its temperature. “Fuck the Pain Away” borrows exactly that composure: over a stripped electro beat recorded live and left unfinished, Peaches states her own explicit demands in the same flat, half-bored deadpan — restraint, not volume, is doing the provoking in both records.
Williams, the leather-clad frontwoman of shock-rock band the Plasmatics, gave Peaches something closer to a code of conduct than a sound. “Wendy O. Williams from the Plasmatics said, ‘I won't miss a show unless I'm in jail, or dead,’” Peaches told a Red Bull Music Academy audience, “so I kind of adopted that as my philosophy too.” In the same breath she called Williams “the number one most incredible performer to have ever lived” — the standard she measured her own touring body against for two decades.
listen forWilliams's vocal on “Butcher Baby” is a straight-ahead scream with no room for restraint, the sound of a woman who treated every performance as her last. Peaches doesn't scream on “Set It Off” — she deadpans, flat and robotic over a stripped electro-clap beat — but the same unhesitating, full-commitment delivery is underneath, with no pause for a punchline or a wink. Listen for the absence of hedging in both: neither voice asks permission.