In the beginning, God created the Earth, and it was good, and then God created man, and, uhthat didn’t turn out SO good, and then man created the machine, which was good, for a whilethings went smoothly as man now had leisure time, and he developed art, literature, weapons and vices smoothly, until the day the Robots decided they’d had enough of man and his shenanigans. Flash forward to the year 2763, after the Lithium Rush, on the last human outpost of New-New-New York City, where crusty settlers dare to treada Robotic Madam arrives as from nowhere and sets up a burlesque shop in their little frontier town; all the children run away, and all the women frown, for men line the streets before her house of sinful delights - she deals in the most precious of commodities of the age: LOVE and KNOWLEDGE at 20 Blue Rubies a hit. Madam Robot and the Lust Brigade is a sonic prophecy of a future past and yet to come. Madam Robot and the Lust Brigade are both the Circus and the Tent. Madam Robot and the Lust Brigade laugh at all things and apologize for no thing. Madam Robot and the Lust Brigade are the sonic front against mind control and the defenders of Love. Madam Robot and the Lust Brigade are foolhardy time travelers, with one foot planted firmly in the Love Summer of 1967 and the other in the Winter of Discontent of 2012. Fear not, silly mortal: grab a fruity cocktail and chill it, ‘cause the end IS near, and it’s a hell of a ride!