Photos and review by Nicole Sepulveda
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The ever-iconic Peaches brought her unmistakable brand of chaos and charisma to The Midway in San Francisco on March 19, delivering a performance that was as unfiltered as it was unforgettable. With a deceptively simple stage setup, a relentless string of costume changes, and sharp, intentional lighting, she transformed the room into something far bigger than the venue itself. It’s the kind of energy that resists description—something you feel in real time—but the images, hopefully, come close to capturing the electricity she carried from start to finish.

Touring behind her latest release, No Lube, So Rude, Peaches continues to double down on the rebellious, queer-forward anthems that have long defined her work. New tracks like “No Lube, So Rude,” “Hanging Titties,” and the politically charged “Not in Your Mouth None of Your Business” landed with the same intensity as fan favorites like “Boys Wanna Be Her” and “Fuck the Pain Away.” Even with fresh material, the crowd showed up ready—chanting, dancing, and fully locked in.

Following her rollout online in the months leading up to the tour, it was clear this era was shaped by the current political climate. That tension is especially evident in “Not in Your Mouth None of Your Business,” paired with a deliberately raw, almost DIY visual aesthetic. Onstage, that ethos carries through her wardrobe—anchored by a deeply personal piece: an oversized jacket that belonged to her sister, who passed away in 2020 after a long battle with MS and, as of early 2020, cancer. Around that, she builds a rotating spectacle of costumes pulled from decades of fearless self-expression, from provocative bodysuits to absurdist, confrontational pieces that blur the line between performance art and protest.

What’s most striking, though, is the stamina. The sheer number of outfit changes, the physicality of the performance, the commitment to every moment—Peaches doesn’t pace herself, she detonates. At 59, she commands the stage with a force that outmatches artists half her age.

By the end of the night, it wasn’t just admiration—it was conversion. Enough to catch her again in Los Angeles two days later, this time extending the experience beyond the stage and into the after-hours orbit that seems to follow her wherever she goes.