It so scandalized and titillated the prudish Brits that the BBC banned the song — which, of course, only added to its appeal.
The pay-off: about halfway through, the tempo slows to a lascivious crawl and stops dead in its tracks, before slowly regaining its composure, in a succinct aural imitation of la petit mort.
And that, ladies and gents, is what booty calls are for.
The song starts slowly, steadily building to a massive, speaker-shattering climax as vocalist Clare Torry screams, moans and sputters with orgasmic glee.
The pay-off: about halfway through, the tempo slows to a lascivious crawl and stops dead in its tracks, before slowly regaining its composure, in a succinct aural imitation of la petit mort.
And that, ladies and gents, is what booty calls are for.
The song starts slowly, steadily building to a massive, speaker-shattering climax as vocalist Clare Torry screams, moans and sputters with orgasmic glee.