Actually I've never yet failed to seduce a laydee with some good ol' Kenny G on the turntable, usually with some chilled Babycham and a few Ferrero Rocher on hand for good measure. Works a treat.
Sex has a music all of its own, though - the grunts, gasps, squeals and squelches, the chanting and neighing, the whimpering sobs and the thrumming two-stroke...
what do you mean by two-stroke? you sound like a weirdo.
i'm imagining some kind of half man half biscuit/wurzels megamix here.
to be completely contrary to that, my ultimate preference is for cold, cold, techno. it can't be cold enough. not even coke-animal cold, i mean just numb black reach me if you can in the gutter of the abyss, frosty chrome castle of doom, frigid wasteland lizard-sex cold, like the static glacier of the strobe light.
*shudders*
Anyway, Lustmord's good, as is Slayer.