318: Mad Sex

Newpower Soul (1996)
This song itches parts of my soul that I’m scared to probe. Spoonfuls of piano and horns are piled onto a dank and sleazy groove to mask the grime and the result is an off-kilter, back-alley jazz hand-job. The album’s lurch from this dark dishevelment to the syrupy schmaltz of Until U’re In My Arms Again gives the kind of jolt that can cause whiplash. I avoid that clash by skipping past tracks 3 and 4, allowing Mad Sex to flow straight into the equally scab-picking satisfaction of Shoo-Bed-Ooh. Two songs that feel so good by sounding so wrong. Rumours are rife online that Mad Sex is about Mel B. I don’t believe that’s true but that’s now who I involuntarily picture when Prince sing about tongue studs and animal prints. Thanks internet!