…is its title: Impeach My Bush. (It has more oomph if you’ve seen the Peachy one in her shocking-pink hot pants.)

Coming out July 11 on XL, Impeach My Bush is an improvement over the Canadian vocalist/producer’s dire last full-length, Fatherfucker, but that’s not saying much. Her debut disc, The Teaches of Peaches, remains the raunchy rabble-rouser’s peak.

In theory, I wholly support what Peaches (AKA Merrill Nisker) is doing: spitting double-entendre-laden lyrics that would make Howard Stern blush over aggressive, gritty electro beats and throwing reverse-sexist-pig sentiments right back into said swines’ snouts. On disc, however, her XXX taunts and cum-hither overtures hit with a dull thud, as she repeats them ad infinitum until they lose their sting. Further, the music’s not interesting enough to overcome these strategic flaws, often succumbing to LCD rhythms and guitar riffs to bludgeon home Peaches’ already blatantly lewd lyrics. Impeach My Bush shows a bit more subtlety sonically, but as titles like “Fuck or Kill,” “Tent in Your Pants,” and “Slippery Dick” prove, Ms. Nisker is still prone to verbal infelicities.

Peaches plays August 9 at the Showbox with… Eagles of Death Metal. Start scheming now to weasel your way backstage.