The steady climb and steady fall, the vertical leap and precipitous drop: Sex is story is soundtrack. The world is divided into those who swear by sex with soundtracks, and those who are somehow indifferent. 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.
But take a look at it- try out a few of these albums, or their best tracks, and drop a comment. Our favorite Icelandic quartet compose some of their most beautiful stuff here. This is for slow, surreal bouts of sex- again, there might need to be some love in the mix, or at least a lot of love for this type of music.
Without a doubt, Cocteau Twins can be an acquired taste. But once acquired, its audio ecstasy. This album will make the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Add a little copulation to the mix, and its sumptuously lethal. You could set any Bond movie sex scene to this album. Booming drums, heavy, creeping bass lines, silky vocals.
Zero 7 — Simple Things This is strictly for the morning after. This is sublime morning sex music. Really, if you want to create the perfect mood, this is for sunrise sex in a desert as the sun starts peeking over the horizon. Some soft light from the window really does the trick. Its music ebbs and flows- it has the sweaty bass lines, but balances it with some soulful, airy, upper register stuff.
Scott and let the good times roll. Also, if your technique is somewhere between Soul-slowness and full-on tantra, this is the soundtrack for you. Whatever, Golden, Spring Summer Feeling 5. Air — Moon Safari At its worst this is for sex in an airport lounge or elevator. At its best, its for placid screwing. Ideally, its for one of those long drawn out sessions where the sex and the afterglow are almost indistinguishable. In other words, this works great for drugs sex.
Also for the mornings and evenings when you want to take your time. Brokedown Palace Soundtrack Forget the shitty movie. Strictly speaking, as an album, as a specific collection of songs, this album is probably 1. From there the soundtrack mines the best variations of sweltering pornotastic tunes, plumbing the depths of every brand of audio erotica.
Its a tour de force. Portishead — Dummy I have to imagine that Geoff Barrow and Beth Gibbons were sitting around one day and spontaneously decided that they were going provide the end-all, be-all general soundtrack for hardcore shenanigans. Every track must have represented a location, specific positions, specific lighting and a possibility for climax.
I mean, this is some serious cum-then-kill-yourself kind of material, and unless you regularly practice sexual nihilism, you might want to take this in small doses. I would spread these songs out over some erotic mixes. Taking it all in one dose might be hazardous to your mental health. Dot Allison — Afterglow After basically creating this brand of trip hop with her outfit One Dove, Dot set off on her own quest to facilitate the propagation of our species through music.
She knew she succeeded with her first solo effort- I mean, she called the damn thing Afterglow. The title only does it partial justice, because this is the best single album for a perfect sex-then-afterglow high.
She literally narrates the sexual act through her rhythm and lyrics. Embrace me, release me. Deny me, then feed me. Deny me then feed me. Which is a good thing, because the second half of the album is just the right kind of wispy, drawn out, ethereal hum to give your afterglow wings.
It deserves to conceive another. This album drips sex from every husky note, every thrusting beat, every sultry melody. It vacillates between sensitive passages Teardrop and straight-up hard fucking Inertia Creeps. Or give the world a massive boner.
This is required listening by everyone, everywhere. For my thirteen-song sex mix, that takes all of this and condenses it into one experience — go here.