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Spermy Night In Georgia: Sexed-Up Songs To Set The Mood For Blowfly

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Let's get one thing perfectly clear: Blowfly is the original dirty rapper. Before anyone in 2 Live Crew was old enough to set foot into a peepshow stall or buy a pack of cigarettes, Clarence "Blowfly" Reid was spewing forth raucous raps like "Spermy Night In Georgia" and "What a Difference a Lay Makes" on the regular. If it wasn't for Reid's works over the past 45 years, the world would have been a less moist and crusty place. Rocks Off last saw Blowfly live at the Proletariat in 2006 touring behind his just-released LP

Blowfly's Punk Rock Party

, which saw him profanely reworking classic punk and proto-punk songs from Turbonegro, The Stooges, The Clash ("Should I Fuck The Big Fat Ho?") and the Dead Kennedys ("R. Kelly In Cambodia").


was released on former DK frontman Jello Biafra's Alternative Tentacles label. The 75-years-young rapper and Florida resident still tours the country unfurling his classic tawdry rhymes, filthifying Super Happy Fun Land Friday, and still records albums when he can. The last we heard on the recording front, he had laid down an album of heavy metal covers that has still not seen the light of lay, er, day. We collected a few of the best and sleaziest songs we could find to get you in the mood for Mr. Fly's SHFL gig. These should be relatively safe for work, unless you work in the front office at Lakewood Church.

Sheena Easton, "Sugar Walls"

If you aren't familiar with the term, "sugar walls" is a euphemism for vagina. It's an incredibly confusing term, because all we think of is rock candy. There are other reasons we balk at the term, but we like having a job.

Vanity, "Pretty Mess"

No explanation needed. If you have to ask...

The Divinyls, "I Touch Myself"

This was one of the first songs to deal with female self-pleasurement in pop music in frank terms. Prince touched on it (hehe) on his own "Darling Nikki," but it was nice to finally get three minutes of an actual real woman talking about shaking her own foundations.

ZZ Top, "Pearl Necklace"

We didn't get this song's meaning until a fateful day after school in 1994, when a buddy of ours brought a copy of Penthouse to the bike rack. After that any time the song came on the radio while we were in the car with our parents, we either started talking louder or turned it down. Which was a dead giveaway, since we always did the opposite the previous 11 years.

Berlin, "Sex (I'm A)"

This is what it sounds like when American Apparel models have sex with each other.

The Mentors, "Donkey Dick"

All right, here come the Mentors. We couldn't forget the late El Duce, who is no doubt looking up at us from hell.

Peaches, "Fuck The Pain Away"

The mainstream queen of electroclash touched on a zeitgeist with this 2002 club hit, leading a new charge of chicks not shaving stuff and wearing spandex. Thanks?

David Allan Coe, "Don't Bite The Dick"

There are tons of DAC we could have thrown on here, but this was the least racially offensive. He's a cuddly enough guy, but his X-rated stuff makes John Mayer's recent rants sound tame in comparison.

GG Allin, "I Wanna Fuck Your Brains Out"

It wouldn't be a Rocks Off list without GG, and he suitably makes his mark here with this late-period gem. [Ed. Note: Where's Motorhead?] It's a universal theme all right, but not everyone screams at you to piss in their mouth.

Grace Jones, "Pull Up To The Bumper"

When we first got wind of Lady Gaga, the first person we thought of was '80s freak fixture Grace Jones. They are both cut from the same batshit cloth, and scare people to this very day. We think by bumper she may mean her behind, teehee.

Blowfly performs as part of SXSW Overflow Fest, midnight Friday at Super Happy Fun Land, 3801 Polk, 713-880-1200 or www.superhappyfunland.com.

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