It’s called transference I think.

superdoofus-stratodrive:

henryeatspeople:

My married friend asked for suggestions for sex music. We discussed music she could do a stripdance to. Then she asked about music she could play after the dance whilst they’re getting it on. I immediately said Portishead, no hesitation.

Now all she talks about is how amazing Portishead is.

Now whenever we talk I think of sex.

troof.

pretty hate machine and portishead/portishead are like bookends in the sexual history of the “alternative” people reared in the  1990’s.

too bad the lyrics don’t fit sex. sidenote: don’t forget about mazzy star for the afterglow.

Indeed.

And there’s always My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult which inevitably makes me think of leather and spike heels.