However, on the subject of sex...

I wanted to mention this Swedish band. I think it's a safe bet that absolutely none of your friends have heard them yet. They're called Strip Squad, and as befitting their name, they really like singing about sex. Shaved or no, it's hard to resist a tune called Hairless Youth of Bosnia, not least when the male singer cavalierly tells the world that "Baby's just so shy, it's almost hairless... I promise myself, I won't be careless" and his female cohort matter-of-factly follows it up with, "You won't be talking back, with my legs around your neck (it's nothing personal)...". In Pervert/Expert we confirm that it takes one to know one, and that it can be a recipe for a healthy romance. There's If You Don't Take Me Right Away You Might As Well Fuck Off, which has for its setting the poolhall and a disco, and is pretty much self-explanatory. In Unreliable Narrator, we learn of a shifty character who borrows money from everyone to pay the rent and goes out dancing every Friday at the indie club, and more importantly, that "when he masturbates, he thinks of the arch of your eyebrows, your almond-shaped eyes, and how you look when you say goodbye." And there's Down and Out and Away, which is actually an endearingly plaintive, girl-goes-away, boy-pines-and-wonders-if-he'll-be-missed song that has a great, unexpected "group sing" at the end, complete with raucous, syncopated handclaps. Strangely enough, there are times when it would be easy for someone to confuse Strip Squad with an early, low-fi version of Belle and Sebastian, but then the unapologetic focus on salacious themes rises to the fore, and there's no mistaking them. Granted, it's not all they sing about in their so-far fairly limited oeuvre, but it's something to be reckoned with. Maybe you can be the first one on your block to play them for the neighbors on a lazy Sunday morning.