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Let’s face it, comparatively it doesn’t really matter what’s played in the background during sex. As long as it’s not necessarily Slayers Reign In Blood. To get in the mood or afterwards as a musical cigarette, an album definitely can add value to the surroundings. Mac DeMarco’s music often sounds like cheaply produced porn, in which the actors actually have too much character to fuck in front of a camera. Always with a twinkle in his eye, Mac is even able to generously spraying sex all over the place, when doing a tribute to a brand of cigarettes (Ode to Viceroy). Experimentation, while remaining comfortable. No wonder that DeMarco’s fanbase consists of a big set of pubescent teenagers.

Show Your Bones. Show yourself like you really are. A prompt, which you can follow during sex. Back in the days front lady Karen O was somehow punk, now the Yeah Yeah Yeahs tend to sound more like indie. And although the hardness and brilliance of the debut Fever To Tell (also a good, wild alternative for this list) has never been reached again, the rest of the discography convices with quality. if you observe early live performances of the band, Karen circulates lasciviously all over the ground or swallows the microphone. Quite suggestive and followed by groans, the vocal performance makes the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and especially their second album Show You Bones to a potential bombshell. It never really explodes, but it definitely can function as a catalyst for potentially good sex. The album is more beautiful than wild. Check it out.

Well, I can put at least one obvious classic on this list, right? You’ll be able to find this record for dollar at the flea market. Therefore you’ll get side A and side B fully packed with sex, like maybe no other record. You know the tracks. I don’t have to tell you anything about them. I just would like to quote from the liner notes: „I can’t see anything wrong with sex between consenting anybodies. […] I content that Sex is Sex and Love is Love. When combined, they work well together, if two people are of about the same mind. […] Have your Sex, it can be very exciting, if you’re lucky.“ With this record you don’t even need the stated luck.

I would like to have done you a favor and put something really dark or heavy on this list. But honestly, when you are surrounded by a blog for heavy underground rock, the heavy and the underground can sometimes make a detour around the bedroom. In this case, even the rock. The electronica-group aorund singer Róisín Murphy, no longer exists, unfortunately. At her prime time, however, you could see Goddess Murphy strutting with fiery red hair across the stage. She played with costumes, her voice, her fellow musicians, the audience and her sexuality. At their most accessible record Statues you can find besides quiet songs like I Want You or The Only Ones, also dramatic trip-hop beats (Forever More, Familiar Feeling) with great song structures.

A sex album must not have one thing for sure. And that is a really incredibly shitty song that you would really need to just skip. The Satanic Satanist is an example for being good in it’s entirely. Okay, you, being a bad-ass stoner rocker, perhaps can’t comprehend the catchy indie summer songs of Portugal, The Man, but here’s a perfect foundation for any love cave. A feel-good album from beginning to end. Maybe a few rough edges would be appropriate at times. But what begins with vanilla sex, can indeed end with the needle constantly hanging at the end of the record, in an endless climax. Somehow scary though that I thought a long it is a woman singing in Portugal, The Man.

Canadian Synth-Punk duo Jesse F. Keller and Sebastien Graigner makes it best with its debut album: take amplifier over distorted bass riffs and a very charismatic singer-drummer who either yells at the thematized mistress or court her with his lascivious voice. You’re a Woman, I’m a Machine not only radiates pure eroticism and craziness, it especially awakens emotions where previously have been none and beats out truths and facts that always rested hidden in your inner core. And secretly as a female listener you wish nothing eagerly than being Sebastien Graigner’s worshipped one.

Basically each one of Mike Patton’s projects would be suitable for this Best of rating ‘cause the master of vocal acrobatics and sex appeal makes both little women and little men sweat thanks to his extravagant appearance and multiple talents. Angel Dust represents Faith No More’s musical milestone which they could never surpass and especially it was an album that threw around with aggressions, rhetorical questions and stylistic crossover thus the good and the bad part got most skillfully extracted.

Has Southern Metal ever sounded so sensual? Even if the lyrics of New Orleans most special band covered many taboo topics, the music’s sharpness and diabolic are wrapping one around the little finger that authentically and delicately. Dax Rigg’s vocal power dares hard jumps between Grunge and Death Metal and shoots up the inner boiling point similar to Mike Patton letting you feel the strong contrast between love and death on the skin. I feel the flowers screaming, to consume you (like murder). Earth and sky, your cradle. Earth and sky entomb you and death beside me.

Shake for me girl, I wanna be your backdoor man – which famous invitation can you be the lowest disobedient? Hip swing- asserter Robert Plant feeds on the flesh of himself or his sweetheart, so any attempt not to melt away seems useless and the handle to the wet towel is unalterable. Joy and sorrows of most mentioned topic of music history is converted by Led Zeppelin into aphrodisiac Rock n Roll and Heavy Rock and the pat on the buttocks found its allegory thanks to John Bonham’s Olympic percussion performance.

Indie-Pop with sassy attitude is not rare nowadays but Danish man-woman duo The Raveonettes fairly pours fuel to the fire in its sugary dream- ballads. Igniting Western guitars and Psychedelic ambitious basslines cling to smoochy Shoegaze and cream tart-Beatmusic. If The Everly Brothers are too corny, The Velvet Underground too bulky and Elvis Presley too breast hairy, Pretty in Black will offer you a cuddle- and part-time-rock record for rainy days when the down comforter and the cuddle partner of your choice play the most essential roles.