Never Mind Pink Floyd, Here's Peaches

Just when you lost faith in the only Peach with a hole in the middle, she comes up with something like this. Makes you want to resort to the word «rad», or «wicked». Even a one-woman rendition of Jesus Christ Superstar in its entirety (not to mention singing «Private Dancer», Pop Idol- or karaoke-stylee, in some melange of '80s nostalgia and hipster irony, with a group of old electropunk veterans at some restaurant opening in the trendiest of Berlin) seems like forgivable missteps with a definitive comeback such as this. Peaches rocks again… at the science fair!

Laser and oscillator—united at last!

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