Another fantastic new band from the Rock & Roll factory that is Australia. "PEACHY" is an all-female powerhouse from Brisbane that specialize in tits out, in your face Punk Rock. https://peachyband.bandcamp.
To all the women out there - You HAVE to listen to the song "13" and follow along with the lyrics. It nearly brought me to tears. I swear men will never understand the bullshit that we put females through from the time they hit fucking puberty!
"Wait4Me" is a slower, Post-Punk style love song that really hits you in "the feels". Melita, Georgina, Madi & Eliza - These ladies really have it going on musically & lyrically. Total package. At 5 songs this is a nice introduction to a very talented up & coming band from a country that seems to breed them. Highly Recommended Listening.
Here's one of the most personal songs I've ever heard a female Punk band throw down - the amazing "13"
VERSE 1 I was thirteen, I was thirteen, when he touched me he was thirteen, Older boys said to try. Felt so unclean, kind of scary, but I felt seen and I thought, That’s just how it went with the guys. I was fifteen, I was fifteen, and I’m running, they’re all yelling, From the window (of) their car, In their twenties, always scared me it’s so obscene that I thought, That’s just how the young guys are. VERSE 2 I was eighteen, I was eighteen, you were smoking, you were waiting, At the back of the bar, Under my skirt, tried to grab me, you’re a stranger, And it hit your hands before they got to far. In my twenties, in my twenties, I was walking, you were stalking as I tried to go home. You were waiting at my window, told my housemates, and they said, That’s just how it always goes. CHORUS x2 I don’t wanna be confused, with an object you can use, I don’t wanna excuse any time you, Amuse yourself at my expense. VERSE 3 Now I’m thirty, now I’m thirty, try to, Hurt me, you’d be joking, I just dare you to try. We’re no longer, only thirteen and we’ll fight back. You’re not safe behind those lies, now I’m, Older, I’m stronger, I realise how wrong were, the Things you did to me, to satisfy your needs, I’m Sick of excuses, the big and small abuses that were made. CHORUS x 2 BRIDGE x2 So fuck you, for the trauma, You make my skin crawl, and we don’t want you. OUTRO She said, Every woman has a story, and I hate that it’s the truth. I’m so sick and tired of worrying, there’s just no more, Excuse, excuse, excuse, excuse, excuse, excuse, excuse, excuse, Excuse, excuse, excuse, excuse, excuse, excuse, excuse. What’s your excuse? What’s your excuse? What’s your excuse? What’s your excuse? What’s your excuse? What’s your excuse? What’s your excuse? There’s no excuse?
