We finally slid out of our three month winning streak with interviews, but all streaks must come to an end (except those non-voluntary celibacy streaks.) A few bands always go delinquent, but unfortunately it was a band we really did want to interview. These questions can't be discarded since we wasted valuable company time at our day jobs brainstorming.

Thus The Sex Slaves from fantastic New York City become The Blogs N' Roses delinquent band of the month. At least Stevie Diamond is off the hook this time. The Slaves initially agreed to the interview earlier this summer but balked when we sent them the questions. We afforded the Slaves a large grace period since they are cool as shit, but there are only so many grains of sand in the proverbial hour glass. I tried to find some real life sex slaves at the Dive Bar in Vegas, but they couldn't clear their busy schedules at such sort notice. Again we had to fall back on our trusty Rolodex of characters to handle this interview.

Without further ado, I give you The Sex Slaves interview as answered by Butch Coolidge, Zed and The Gimp from Pulp Fiction.

BNR: In your opinion, what is the Sex Slave's best song and in ten words or more, what would Elvis think about that song.

Zed: Fuck yeah, I’m an Elvis man. “Thank God for Jack Daniels.” I wish it was in the Pulp Fiction soundtrack but it should have been called “Thank God Zed’s Dead, Baby.”
Gimp: (unintelligible muttering followed by what sounds like humming “Fools Rush In.”)
Butch: They’re god dammed rubbish. My father didn’t smuggle a watch in his rectum in a Saigon shit-hole so these clowns could wear tight pants and fuck groupies.
Zed: Rectum? Damn near killed Marsellus Wallace. Actually, I rectum in the shit-hole. (sophomoric laughter follows)
Gimp: (mumbles something sounding like “Zed, you’re so bad…”)

BNR: The Sex Slaves recently released an EP, are there plans for a full length album to follow?

Zed: EP? I always give ‘em the full length, cuz I’ve got the LP.
Gimp: (nods head to confirm that Zed always gives ‘em the “full length.”)

BNR: Who in the band has the worst taste in music? Is it Del Cheetah and what is the worst crap he listens to?

Zed: Del Cheetah? From Philly? I think I partied with that guy in this truck stop a little South of Saskatoon. We were cracked out on mescaline and cough syrup and he kept talking about Liberace being reincarnated like the Dalai Lama, and that we had to find him. Cheetah’s got a real pretty mouth, but he’s a tease.
Gimp: (groans to confirm that Zed did party with Del Cheetah in a truck stop.)

BNR: How much would it cost to have the Sex Slaves play in my back yard? Would it be free if we were 17 year old girls?

Zed: Shit, man. That’s a deal; slaves and underage pussy. You’d have to pay at least two grand to get that action in Thailand.
Butch: I’m partial to foreign women myself.
Gimp: (rubs crotch, groans suggestively)

BNR: In Tokyo, the subway system is a cruel mistress. It wants you to ride it, but it is confused and speaks another language. Did you find it easier to ride the Tokyo subway system or the shy, reserved, Japanese women?

Zed: Marsellus Wallace was an easy ride, right up to the part when he shot my balls off. Butch, why don’t you answer this one, man. You’re into the foreign bitches.
Gimp: (makes noises and hops like R2D2.)
Butch: You guys are sick, you know that?
 
BNR: Did the Yakuza, in their finely tailored suits and skull rings, watch you do either?

Butch: These assholes wish that the Yakuza got them before Marsellus Wallace. I heard that ODB burned Zed with his crack pipe.
Zed: Shut the fuck up! I don’t wanna talk about it.
Gimp: (stares out of window, motions for a cigarette.)

BNR: Do you guys still have day jobs? Describe your worst past or present day jobs.

Zed: I’m a fuckin’ security guard. All the high school pussy checks me out at the mall in my polyester rent-a-cop stud shirt. The gimp here is actually a full time sex slave, we keep that fucker locked up in a box.
Butch: I used to be a boom mike operator for a porn production company before my boxing career.

BNR: Are there any other beverages or food products that you guys would like to immortalize in song? What about something like "Thank God for those Oscar Mayer Hot Dogs with the Processed Cheese Inside?"

Butch: Thank God for blueberry pancakes?
Zed: Thank God for god damned steak and ball gags.
Gimp: (mumbles something that sounds like Thank God for the Amos and Andy milkshake.)
Zed: Don’t you like to eat something else, Butchy?
 
BNR: Lita Ford or Joan Jett? Trans Am or IROC? Errol Flynn or Johnny Depp?

Butch: Neither of those women, unless they had a South American accent.
Zed: I’ll take that Trans Am since this asshole stole my chopper and shot off my balls! It’s got to have that fuckin’ bird on the hood though.
Gimp: (finally unzips mask) Errol Flynn. Not only was Johnny Depp over-rated as a Keith Richards wannabe pirate, but Pirates of The Caribbean was a shameless rip-off of Captain Blood. And Errol Flynn got more chicks. 

Check out The Sex Slaves online at www.myspace.com/sexslaves. They appear to be recording an album and hawking merchandise.