Concorde 2 played host to a fruit bowl of angry young women as Peaches and her tour party rolled into town.

Peaches is one of the most talked-about artists of the past six months and a fair amount of hype and rumour precedes her.

Her reputation for debauchery, depravity and degenerate behaviour has helped push ticket sales and, reportedly, an approach by John Malkovich to appear in his latest film.

For those of you who haven't heard of her, Peaches is a Canadian rapper who sings about sex and more sex.

Although Peaches was the star of this fruit bowl, the Ping Pong Bitches, who high-kicked things off, deserve a mention.

The trio, styled like a very poor man's Charlie's Angels, did their best to turn not very much into a little bit more but they found it difficult to make much headway against audience expectation.

I wouldn't be too surprised if they turned out to be "faking it" for a Channel 4 documentary. I wasn't convinced - it was a victory of bad style over little substance.

Peaches launched into her set at full speed, not so much rapping or singing as screaming and shouting.

In keeping with her porn-star image, she also managed to find a number of good uses for her microphone other than singing into it.

Peaches is all about performance - and what a lewd and crude performance it was. Alone on stage - the music is pre-recorded - she struts up and down to a mix of throbbing beats that owes more to angsty punk than cold electronica.

At times, she played tag team with fellow "rapper" Mignon while the audience proceeded to get down and dirty.

The set was pretty much her album The Teaches Of Peaches climaxing, quite literally, with AA XXX - "I like the innocent type, deer in the headlight, rockin' me all night, flexing his might".

By this time, the audience had invaded the stage and Peaches continued to rant away while filming proceedings on her video camera.

The crowd left satisfied after a top performance by the small woman in pink.