Since strutting defiantly on to the electro-clash scene with her filthy 2000 debut The Teaches Of Peaches, Toronto’s most famous gender-bending former school teacher has carved out a very specific niche for herself.

Frequently spotted sporting a beard, roaring about her sexual exploits or trying to introduce the phrase ‘fatherf*****’ to the vocabulary “for balance”, Kylie she is not.

Peaches’ refusal to conform to convention may not have helped shift albums by the truckload. But her part rock star, part performance artist persona has won her legions of fans, including household names such as Iggy Pop and Madonna, who, despite numerous “shock” reinventions, has yet to dabble with the idea of appearing on stage in hot pants, sporting an untamed bikini line.

Of course, there is only so long someone can keep plugging away at their hobby horses before it starts to feel stale and her fifth album I Feel Cream, released in May, was met wearily by some critics. Recorded with the assistance of celebrated peers Soulwax, Simian Mobile Disco and Digitalism, the album certainly has the Peaches stamp, as she spars brazenly with Yo Majesty’s barnstorming rapper Yunda K on Billionaire and gets squeamishly Freudian on Mommy Complex. But there is also a sense she has mellowed slightly, as she exposes her more vulnerable side on tracks like Lose You.

Musically, she says it is a return to her roots. Where she played with her rock side on last album Impeach My Bush, which featured cameos from Joan Jett and Feist, she wanted the follow-up to “fully go dance” with no guitars at all.

“I was always part of the dance world in a way,” she says, “but there was always that rock attitude, which I guess I ended up pioneering, which is amazing, because it was like indie, punk and dance music together and that was weird back then, but it’s the standard now. So with this one I just thought, ‘I’m going to going to fully go dance and have a dance album’.

Peaches feels established now and that means even more reason not to play by the rules. Sex-obsessed she may still be but perhaps, at 42 years old, it’s more important than ever that she’s singing about it. In the ageist world of pop, there is something refreshing about someone who cheerfully urges her listeners to “lick my crows’ feet”.

She says: “I don’t really care if people know I’m 42, unlike Alison Goldfrapp who doesn’t want anybody to know she’s 42, which is just silly. There are so many older women who are visible and rocking in pop culture; it’s a new time for us.

“It’s not just like, ‘Oh, they look old, get them away!’ or you know, ‘Botox them out!’ It’s just like, ‘Whatever, I’m here, I’m botoxed, naked and I have creases in my face’.”

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