A.K.A.C.O.D.

Sure, there have probably been dirtier, more scandalous lyrics in rock and roll, but maybe it’s the matter-of-fact way that Monique Ortiz sings them that makes the difference: “Empty out my mind on some porno back in ’89/Wake to masturbate, I hold my breath and hesitate.” Over her slithering slide bass, Dana Colley’s moaning baritone sax, and drummer Larry Dersch’s medium-shuffle sex beat, Ortiz’s deep alto vocals are as in-your-face as anything Mick Jagger ever slurred about brown sugar. Understatement is the key to cool for A.K.A.C.O.D., and Ortiz’s sexual frankness and poetic imagery tease, confuse, and make every word count. You might even forget that the word “masturbate” isn’t a profanity.

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