/Tuesday Ten /622 /Filth: NSFW

Sometimes, I give myself more work to do than is strictly necessary when writing these posts, and this week is no exception. In the run-up to Valentine’s Day, I asked my friends for suggestions for “filthy” songs, and nearly got buried in an avalanche of over 300 suggestions.

But that many suggestions needed more than ten songs to be used, and my wife came up with a great idea: why not a worksafe and a non-worksafe /Tuesday Ten? So this week’s is in two parts, for perhaps the first time: a Safe for Work version, and a Not Safe For Work version (you’ll click through for that below). Read one, the other, or both!


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/Tuesday Ten /622 /Filth: NSFW

/Subject /Valentines, Filth, NSFW
/Playlists /Spotify / /YouTube
/Related /Tuesday Ten/Index
/Assistance /Suggestions/302 /Used Prior/43 /Unique Songs/271 /People Suggesting/114
/Details /Tracks this week/20 /Tracks on Spotify Playlist/20 /Duration/70:23


Thanks, as always, to everyone who suggested songs. It took days to get through them all, and make a final selection…


/SFW/NSFW


A quick explanation for new readers (hi there!): my Tuesday Ten series has been running since March 2007, and each month features at least ten new songs you should hear – and in between those monthly posts, I feature songs on a variety of subjects, with some of the songs featured coming from suggestion threads on Facebook.

Feel free to get involved with these – the more the merrier, and the breadth of suggestions that I get continues to astound me. Otherwise, as usual, if you’ve got something you want me to hear, something I should be writing about, or even a gig I should be attending, e-mail me or drop me a line on Facebook (details below).


/Momus
/My Kindly Friend The Censor
/Ping Pong


Before we get started on the rude stuff, Momus released a marvellously clever track nearly thirty years ago, poking fun at the idea of lyrical censorship by going all-in on some of the filthiest descriptions of sex possible in song, but self-censoring the bits that would get the song banned pretty much instantly.

The deceptively gentle song then changes tack, as he criticises the idea of censorship, and lists all of the words that were earlier self-censored (and thus makes the song instantly NSFW)…


/Peaches
/Fuck The Pain Away
/The Teaches of Peaches


A sensation when it was first released in 2000: it remarkably retains its power to this day. Recorded live on a shoestring at its first performance (!), Peaches’ debut single is an ode to sexual freedom and prioritising yourself and your needs, and like a good number of songs in this weeks’ list, is a hell of an earworm. It is unfiltered, frank, and quite brilliant, and is quite likely named as an inspiration by some of the artists that follow this week. Women used to be frowned upon in the music press and wider culture for being sexually frank – and sadly still are – but perhaps Peaches making it clear they didn’t give a fuck for other people’s opinions helped change things.


/Killing Miranda
/I Know What You Want
/Consummate


Killing Miranda were one of the most notorious – and often divisive – of the late-90s UK goth bands, and their final album, Consummate, from 2004, was a thumpingly loud, powerful album that left behind much of the sly humour for a darker style. One notable song on the album was I Know What You What, a stomping industrial-rock ode to carnal need that leaves absolutely no doubt as to what the protagonist wanted to do – not metaphors here, it’s given straight up.

Drummer Belle died a few years back, which led to the remainder of the band reforming to pay tribute, and then touring more widely, such was the apparent demand. The revitalised band were genuinely great live again, too, so it was very sad indeed to hear the news of his death last November.


/COBRAH
/SUCK
/SUCCUBUS


I’m told from their wiki that before they became COBRAH, Clara Christensen was a primary school teacher. Well, they probably shouldn’t be teaching kids SUCK in the playground, that’s for sure.

Listening to COBRAH’s thumping, bass-heavy, sweat-drenched tracks, and the uncompromising, forward language, the fact that they apparently found their niche and style thanks to (many) nights in Stockholm fetish clubs makes an awful lot of sense.

SUCK has no pretense to subtlety: COBRAH wants her lover to go down on her, and give her the pleasure that she absolutely wants. It’s filthy, horny, and a banger, frankly.


/Scene Queen
/Finger
/Hot Singles In Your Area


Scene Queen is similarly unsubtle in her needs, and on this gloriously catchy song from her latest album Hot Singles In Your Area, you get a full how-to on using your fingers on Scene Queen at least (every woman is different, mind…), and it’s another of those songs that’s so catchy that it can be difficult not to sing along out loud in the wrong situations…

The song is also notable for the wonderful kiss-off in the breakdown: “If God hated gays, the sex wouldn’t be so good…“.


/Ashnikko
/Itty Bitty
/Smoochies


To my amusement, amid the multitude of suggestions for this post, there were multiple suggestions for a number of artists that are featured this week. At least four songs for Ashnikko and COBRAH alike were suggested, hence why both are in the final ten: but the big question was, which songs? COBRAH was a slam-dunk from the first listen, but Ashnikko was more difficult to pick.

But in the end, the post-break up “fuck it” of Itty Bitty won the day. After all, we’ve all been there, right? We’ve broken up with a partner, feeling pretty crappy about it, and what better than to go out and make really questionable choices on a wild night out? Get up to stuff in the dark corners of the club, find a one-night stand, and then worry about tomorrow, well, tomorrow.


/Self Esteem
/69
/A Complicated Woman


Sure, so everyone so far has been frank about what they want, but it is admittedly rare to hear singers detail what they don’t want. Which makes the single from last year by Self Esteem so unusual. A breathy, electro track that feels destined for dark, sweaty clubs, this is Self Esteem being – surprise – frank as hell. There’s a whole lot about sex that they do like, going on the lyrics (and in great detail), but they admit that in the titular position, they just can’t concentrate…

The video is done like a support group, but explodes into dancing, orgasmic release.


/Bloodhound Gang
/The Ballad of Chasey Lain
/Hooray for Boobies


Not gonna lie: I pretty much always hated the frat-boy humour of Bloodhound Gang, and got utterly, utterly sick of hearing The Bad Touch after the thousandth play in rock clubs after it was released. So there was no way that song was going to be featured, but suggested by my wife and a few others was another single from the same album.

Basically a fan letter to American porn star Chasey Lain (the chorus goes, in part: “You’ve had a lot of dick Chasey / But you ain’t had mine“), it isn’t subtle in the slightest, and the (uncensored) version of the videos sees the band playing in front of a crew comprised entirely of naked women, who go on to distract the band.


/Garfunkel and Oates
/The Loophole
/Secretions


I got an awful lot of suggestions this month, covering pretty much everything you could think of (and probably a few things some hadn’t thought of). But American comedy duo Garfunkel and Oates took on an interesting subject with some great humour: that of Christian teens in the US, who determined to preserve their “virginity” in Bible terms, apparently realised that what became “God’s Loophole” exists, that anal sex before marriage wasn’t strictly forbidden in the bible.

And this song is from the point of view of two Christian teens who stick to this rule (and it’s funny, and rude, as all hell)…


/Tindersticks
/Rented Rooms
/Curtains


We finish this post with Tindersticks bringing things down a bit. This is the band in their peak, weaving a tale of seedy, no-strings-attached sex. Stuart Staples’ weary baritone is perfectly suited to a tale of two lovers having an apparently illicit affair, in a dank, rented room to get away from their lives and fuck. There is clearly no commitment, just a desire and an itch to be scratched.

The video version: where the band are surrounded by showgirls and change up into an unexpected swing band section, has to be seen to be believed.


/SFW/NSFW


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