Context: While its neato-keen that the eggheads of science have created machines that can play chess, kick a soccer ball, or maintain national defense, there's undoubtedly and certain segment of the population (read: shut-ins) that are eagerly anticipating the day when fully-functional erotic automatons will be made available to the public. For us reasonable folk who aren't basement-dwelling creepazoids, the only kind of Sex Robots we want to interact with is this agreeable St. Louis punk trio which will hit Rogue West tonight.