Sexplosion!

Back in a moment during the mid-90s when it seemed like everyone industrial-adjacent was making music that loudly wanted you to know that the folks writhing around onstage were both horny and bad and into S&M as a personality trait, My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult seemed like they understood that the assignment was a camp one all along. This is not music for the sort of dundering, graceless idiot dying to attend Eyes Wide Shut-style parties in tony disguise. No, the Kult were well aware of how badly they loved the stupid pageantry of leather and whips, and were probably thrilled to tell family and friends they were in an erotic industrial disco band for a living. Accordingly, they made an album that was more accurate to the spirit of what it means to fuck for fun.