Xgau does the blues

Robert Christgau's tawdry review is downright pungent with the smell of sex. On the mark, as they say. How better to write a review of a bunch of box sets of artists that are so storied and held up in the canon than clipping it down to a...well, you see what I mean. Does the Dean give us the most direct-to-the-libido review of 2005? I'm not starting a list for that category, because no others will exist in it but this.