"What, are they just playing the entire '50 Shades of Grey' ouvre tonight?" Katie asks as the radio in the van segues from an orgasmic Ellie Goulding to a pensive The Weeknd brooding over depressed electronic bloops.
"Baby makin' music," I say, keeping my eyes on the road.
"But isn't it just music for like, sodomy and face punches?"
"'Soft Rock Sodomy' is the name of my new band."