Last night White Trash Club, dark and claustrophobic, has welcomed Peaches and her burlesque dancers. When it comes to Peaches – there is always a show. This time it was blood, strip, Barbie nipples and a lot of champagne.
We came around 11, and it is too early for Berlin. You can chill, smoke outside enjoy the fresh air, drink wine around the corner or stay inside and dance for 2 hours. People seemed to be dressed rather casual, no special costumes or extravagant make ups. The DJ before Peaches was running a rather strange mix of songs – some good old Joy Division, Nirvana then modern indie and some MTV pop. The crowd nicely warmed up and terribly drunk at 1am was more than ready for Peaches. She did not make wait long. I raised my arms and they met the ceiling. The club was not small, but located under the ground and above felt like Pans’ Labyrinth.
She made it loud, long and wet. Four or five bottles of champagne made the 1st rows sticky and happy. The two dancers entertained the crowd with changing their costumes every 10 minutes, starting as elegantly dressed pilots with cigarettes in silver lips, finishing with stripping and flashing their arses in g-strings and pale topless bodies. Vampiric eyes were drilling the crowd, their robotic movements and skinny bodies fit well the DJ-set, which of course was less exciting than her individual shows where she uses fat dancers with wicked tatoos. But it is still Peaches – expressive, sexy, crowd loving and just a cool chick. She played a mix of her songs which worked the best and some techno club mixes which made the crowd move for 2h non stop, 3am she left the stage and White Trash is ready for a big glass of beer.