While the rest of the album fails to hold on to the authority exhibited by this track, there are a few gems between the Peaches-by-numbers filler. ‘I Feel Cream’ seems every inch the 21st century update of Donna Summer’s ‘I Feel Love’, the sweetly soaring chorus underpinned by stilted synth has the drum machine set unshakeably to ‘disco’, with a brief injection of her white girl rap to sustain interest in the bridge. ‘Billionaire’ is a song which sees the ex-schoolteacher busting rhymes again, this time about manginas and salty diets. She adopts a sort of ghetto slur which amounts to her sounding as if she rapping through a mouth guard, but the chorus of “Fuck you like a billionaire” is hard to fault.
Having turned forty, it might be telling that there is nothing so brash as ‘Fuck The Pain Away’ on show. You may miss the potty mouth punk that jolted you into listening as the album loses momentum, but the confidence of this release proves Nisker is under no threat of losing her crown for now.