(Kitty-Yo CD)

Gender-tweaking electro-sex goddess Peaches has toned down the outrage this time out, titling her new disc Fatherfucker and opening it with a Joan Jett "Bad Reputation" loop, over which she screams, "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" If you're not laughing and screaming along by now, Peaches doesn't want your sorry ass at her oiled-up hot-tub party, anyway.

It's a freaky party, with Iggy Pop in attendance for a raw, crunchy he said/she said duet. The hostess is gyrating on top of the picnic table, throwing down to irresistible minimalist electro, rapping, "I'm the kinda bitch that you wanna get with" and wagging her strap-on. Now she's telling the boys to shake their dicks. Now she's trying a hard-rock roar, now a booty-shaking "Push It" takeoff, then some moody electro-dance. But several tracks wander into throwaway territory, with silly lyrics and sub-par hooks.

The real question: Is Fatherfucker as ingenious as The Teaches of Peaches? Well, no, but it's hotter, stickier and better than 90 percent of the boring shit out there. So there's no "Fuck the Pain Away" on the new album. Does it really matter? Personally, I don't give a fuck!

Peaches plays Thursday, Oct. 23, with Electrocute, The Punk Group and Mestizo at Dante's, 1 SW 3rd Ave., 226-6630. 9 pm. $15. 21+.