Creepy Depeche Mode
During one of my two trips to a strip club ever, I watched a stripper perform to this song. That twangy bass line acts as the leash; it gets layered upon but never actually dissipates. Static drum march, sparse guitar wails…then the beat steadies itself and hips move before a pseudo masturbatory bridge is reached. It worked perfectly because you weren’t sure whether to be aroused or simply weep at the maudlin disposition—which is how I normally feel at strip clubs.
That description really nails it. I remember when I was in 6th or 7th grade and managed to get my hands on a nice stack of porn. Violator happened to be the soundtrack as I was flipping through Penthouse or Playboy or whatever. And it was such the perfect soundtrack - dirty, sensual, and slightly creepy. Even when I hear Violator today, I can't not think of porn mags.