Mexican wrestler masks: check.
Theremin light saber: check.
Triple-X cape and laser: check.
Flashing crotch light: check.
Go-go dancing hairballs: check.
Excess of costume changes (Nine? Did I really lose count at nine?): check.
Jay Z-sampling, Misfits makeup-wearing, twiddle-talented opening act with a Scottish-sounding English accent, wearing his own band's t-shirt: check.

Clearly, the reigning queen of electro-raunch brought her A game to the Showbox last night. You might even say that Peaches took us to school. And how did WE do, Seattle?

Well, we brought a high energy, sold out all ages crowd, fierce club kids dressed to the nines... and grinding baby lesbians; we didn't make Peaches a liar when she started chanting "shirts come off, shirts come off" and we also managed to provide a weird preponderance of sorority/fraternity types. (Gina Bling overheard, "Hey, there's totally a Ziggy Marley concert coming up, you wanna go?" responded to by, "Oh! When? Fuck yeah!" About which Bling opined, "I'm accepting of your different lifestyle, I just don't want it shoved in my face.") Local celebrity sightings included Artstar Andrew Jay, David and Kendall from Hotmess, Jodi Bon Jovi and the entire staff of Babeland.

Peaches cuts an iconic figure. Her look flirts with the medieval, David Bowie, heavy doses of hair metal and just plain hair. (Can you say elbow-length gloves with streaming golden locks attached? This is, after all, the sometimes-bearded woman who said "Record labels will show Christina Aguilera's crotch up close, but they won't show mine, purely because of the hair.") Peaches can command an entire room just by standing still, and older songs like "Fuck the Pain Away" and "Operate" had a particularly hypnotic effect on the audience.

Most of all though, Peaches is a role model. Her vocals might be rap-influenced and her lyrics may be pornographic, but she's a riot grrrl's wet dream of strength and attitude. Three songs into her set she climbed out into the audience, standing on sweaty, eager hands. Some douchebag tried to grab her between the legs and was rewarded for his efforts with a brutal, embarrassing head-stomping. "You wanna stick your hand in my pussy--" she screamed at the crowd, "—you ASK. Otherwise, I kick you in the face."

Amen.

photos 1, 2, and 5 by Alex Crick; photos 3 and 4 by Gina Young