15) Annie Lennox
Annie Lennox's outer beauty stems from not what she looks like, but rather whom she looks like — a Victor Victoria take on The Thin White Duke, the peroxide ying to Grace Jones' yang, an unsneering Billy Idol with breasts. Sure, the Eurhythmics songstress' femdrogynous hotness may lend itself to comparisons, but when she opens her mouth, there's no mistaking. Where did a nice girl from Aberdeen get a set of pipes like that? — C.L.
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14) Neko Case
The word country, in the context of Neko Case's sexiness, is problematic. It evokes spangled jump suits and the gaudy cowboy-hat-plus-American-Idol-hair CMT awards. The place, the physical land that word should conjure, is a different matter all together. Country should make you think of long nights on the porch, playing guitar, and listening to Neko Case's voice, the aural analogue of a literal roll in the hay. Forget her comparatively sexless work with the New Pornographers. It's the auburn-haired siren of Fox Confessor Brings the Flood and Middle Cyclone that you need to watch out for. — J.C. |
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13) Stevie Nicks
Once memorably described (by legendary critic Robert Christgau) as "not a diva — a transgendered arena-rock god in all his/her grand self-regard," our Stevie personifies the sexiness of the ‘70s: a little flakiness, a little blondeness, a little wine-and-quaaludes post-hippie haze. She also personifies the sexiness of the ‘80s: a little collaborating with Prince, a little allegedly getting a roadie to blow coke up her ass to protect her vocal chords, a little. . . lost our train of thought there for a minute, but bottom line, the woman is larger-than-life. Someday, kid, you could be that roadie. — P.S. |
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12) Karen O
How has Karen O not ended up in a John Waters movie yet? From her days as a spastic, drunken, Iggy-like screamer convulsing across the stages of punk-rock dives and showering audiences with beer, to her pop-star phase, navigating much larger stages like a ballerina bunny with all the grace of a bulldozer, Ms. O has embodied sensual schizophrenia. — I.C. |
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11) Björk
The mother of invention. The mother of reinvention. The fountain of blood in the shape of a girl. The funny little lady in the swan dress. The girlfriend of Cremaster. The bride of Space Ghost. The unlikeliest Wu-Tang Clan reserve member. The Republic of Iceland's unofficial ambassador. And — lest we not forget — The Sugarcubes' belle dame sans normalité. Whatever otherworldly persona Ms. Guðmundsdóttir assumes next, she's sure to melt our hearts like a spring equinox on the Scandinavian tundra. — C.L.
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