Never have two southern men reached so deep in their loins for musical inspiration as the Baton Rouge outfit Bones.

Discovering Bones was accidental and upon hearing their first song live, I felt like I had just got the wind knocked out of me by a charging linebacker. Not that I’ve ever played football, but I imagine being tackled by a 6-foot, 200-pound beast is more painful but just as jolting as being tackled by Bones.

Deduce what you will from their name, but Bones serves up horny in hearty helpings. Subtlety is a foreign term to them, but that’s not to say that the band is tacky. They just know what they want and how to say it. And they’re as forward as the global warming movement. Somehow they make crude pickup lines a minimally offensive- even charming – tactic.

No deeper meaning lies in their lyrical content nor does it have any metaphorical value, so don’t try to interpret songs like “Sexploitation” or “Bulge” off their new album, “Disconnected.” They mean exactly what you think they do. And their muse is indicative of a less public audience, as evident on their MySpace page under “influences” where the only thing posted is a picture of a burlesque dancer.

Along with raunchy lyrics and a heavy dose of attitude, they combine blues and rock into a powerhouse of soul. Michael Miller delivers his verses with gruffness thick enough to cut and Scott Campbell brings new meaning to drum machine and gives his cymbals a brutal beating.

While Campbell drops some serious beats, and Miller lays down grooving bass lines, the result is bluesy, abrasive dance rock. Bones presents an original genre that swings from the hips.

Sally Tunmer can be reached at [email protected].

Bones is playing at the Saturn Bar on Feb. 22.