The history of rock’n’roll is also a history of misunderstandings. One of these misinterpretations concerns the word sex (immortalized in the most famous of all phrases). I am firmly convinced that in rock’n’roll the main attraction and attractiveness is not the idea of the vulgar union of copulating bodies, but rather the sensual charisma of the art and its performers.
In my opinion, one argument that is often deliberately misused in this context is the exuberant masculinity. On closer inspection, however, musclemen are rather the exception.
Why do I choose this introduction? 25 years ago, at the beginning of the climax of Scandinavian rock, a band was founded in Stockholm, whose music and songs I would describe without hesitation with the words sexy, lustful, attractive, seductive or even erotic.
This band, started by four lanky guys, did everything that for me embodied this greatness of this genre. The rock I like was always the rock of the streets and not the stadiums, the rock of the underdogs and not the clever entrepreneurs. It was the rock that drew its functionality not from meter-high amplifier towers, but precisely from the sexiness of soulful songs.
We are talking about Sons of Cyrus, perhaps one of the most underrated bands of this genre.
01 – Tired of This Time
02 – Nobody but Me
03 – Monkey Business
04 – Down Town
05 – Sons of Cyrus
06 – The Fast Can’t Lose
07 – Going Down
08 – Didn’t Know
09 – The Warriors
10 – Sonic Riot
11 – I Need You Baby
12 – Street Fighting Man
13 – A Lonesome Boy
14 – Devil with a Blue Dress on _ Good Golly Miss Molly
15 – Zardoz
16 – Nothing Matters Anymore
17 – What to Do
18 – Begging Me for More
19 – Switzerland
20 – Fate