11 April, 2009

Sex Soundtracks: Top Ten Albums

Its no surprise that books, films and songs all follow the same build-up/climax/epilogue pattern as male or female orgasms. The steady climb and steady fall, the vertical leap and precipitous drop: kind of sounds like the difference between Wilson Phillips and Nine Inch Nails. Sex is story is soundtrack.

The world is divided into those who swear by sex with soundtracks, and those who are somehow indifferent. (I’m not even going to count you silent sexers- you’re probably the same ones that like mute partners, and that disturbs me to no end… necros.)

Once you’re in the musical fornication set, you’re divided into one of a few subsets. Generally, I think of them as the Barry White lovemakers, the Rasta tantrics, the Daddy/Mommy-Issue-Laden Metal mauraders, Hip Hop Bangers and the Trip Hoppers.

I fall squarely into that last category. In my mind, nineties trip hop was the beginning and end of good sex music. If you were born in the nineties, chances are your parents had a damn good time conceiving you. Once the Massive Attacks and Portisheads were washed away with the millenial mess of music, people were shagging to Matchbox 20 and Creed, and it might as well have been the end of the world. Read on >>

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