Lambs To The Slaughter by The No-Fi Soul Rebellion may just be the most exciting record I've wrapped my ear-hole drums around since the first time I heard that Fevers And Mirrors affair by that young Bright Lights fella or whatever the fuck. You know the one. Big eyes, floppy fringe. Sings a lot about "I'm so neurotic but it's ok cause so are you / And also I see you probably have a crack habit / That's cool / What is space, anyhow?" and other concerns of this nature.
No-Fi Soul Rebellion have no time for to yack about the in's and out's of soul-crushing love. Probably they won't even once use the word "Neurotic" ever even once again in their lives, if they ever even did, which is pretty doubtful, to be honest.
Chances are they ain't no strangers to a crack-den or twenty, though.
What occurred was that The Duke was sitting about doing something unbelievably amazing, like maybe reading The Idiot or some other Iggy Pop novel, or maybe even, who the hell knows, writing some songs about "Neurotic… space… crack habits?" and so on. The last thing I expected was for a package to arrive, and for that package to contain not the couple Kirsten Dunst Pictures I had bought off of the web-net (they came a couple days later. I know how important "the facts" and so on are in the world of the Blogosphere), but in fact an EP by the name of Lambs To The Slaughter.
You probably know that Lambs To The Slaughter is the title of a No-Fi Soul Rebellion record, since look, I mentioned it just two paragraphs ago. I mean come the hell on, man. Keep up, and such. Other motivational advice.
Lambs To The Slaughter is fantastic, is the truth of the case. If you can imagine Prince at his filthiest (i.e, sometimes around 1987) plus Outkast at their funkiest chatting each other up in a filth-drenched pick-up joint of some kind, before having the kind of sexes fit only for the damned, and giving birth to a fully-formed 22 year old hooker who only fucks for bass-lines, then not only are you pretty fucked-up, to be fair, but also, you're that bit closer to imagining what these cats sound like.