I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, and I certainly don’t want to give the wrong idea about this band, but I have something I want to talk about and I’m not sure how you’ll take it. Here goes: What does it mean when you’re turned on by a band?

Come back, come back! I swear I don’t mean to be crude, but this is very definitely a real phenomenon and no one wants to talk about it. Guys will listen to “Flower” by Liz Phair, say, or girls will listen to Chris Isaak or whoever … and there’s something going on that no one acknowledges. What band turns you on?

I’ll start. I remember when my dad confessed that he had the hots for Chrissie Hynde. Suddenly everything made a lot more sense. Rock chicks, man. People always talk about how girls go after male rockers, but the inverse is also true. Karen O, Grace Slick, Debbie Harry … I saw Julie Doiron play a concert one time, rocking the electric guitar in a pink sweater and mini-skirt, and after every song the guys in the audience would applaud unusually loud.

We were all on the same page.

Hotter Than a Crotch is smart enough to exploit this vulnerability in the rock ‘n’ roll male by serving them heaping doses of dirty glam rock delivered by a raspy-voiced rock chick. Every song is a perfect marriage of salty guitar licks and wailing vocals. The band was formed by Buck bin Nasty, guitarist, and Gloria Holer, vocalist. Hotter Than a Crotch’s 7” Soul Pumper is about to be released. As they head from Portland to our neck of the woods, Olympia would do well to be warned that Hotter Than a Crotch plans on “spanking the Olympia scene and sending it to bed without any pudding.”

Worse things could happen.

[The China Clipper, Hotter Than a Crotch with Butafuko, Booze Grass, Saturday, Oct. 10, 8 p.m., $3, 402 Fourth Ave. E., Olympia, 360.943.6300]