Soviet Sex (no, the other one)

This is not my industrial wheelhouse, this is not my beautiful wife, this is not the Dutch band Soviet Sex, this is the self-titled EP from short-lived NYC band Soviet Sex, not to be confused with US/Soviet politics or the serious problem of human trafficking you'll read about if you try to search for them. Well, self, how did i get here? 

Sometimes you just can't get anywhere with the research, so you give up and just do a quick phenomenological blurb without any external context whatsoever. 

I suppose that's not completely true, they had some traction on college radio and toured a fair bit for a couple years in the early 80s. Generally speaking, that's the biography of most any band. You see, here in the US we've all been kind of brainwashed into believing that anything short of fame, however brief that fame may be, is not success. That is of course preposterous, fame is the exploitation of success for profit as an alternative to systematized welfare (not poorly managed communal insurance like we have in the US). 

It's a complicated problem of qualitative combinotorics. It's very easy to teach people how to do all sorts of useful things, but very expensive to reward people for actually doing them. Conversely, it's incredibly difficult to teach people to not do things, but incredibly lucrative to punish people for continuing to do them anyway. Thus begins an infinite cycle of only being able to reward good things from the proceeds of punishing bad things, so you counterintuitively end up rewarding people for being terrible to each other. 

Ooh, saxophone! Amazingly enough, this is definitely New Wave of exceptional bizarrity. 1983 might seem a little late to confuse this for Garage Rock style Punk, but all the hallmarks are here, high energy, wacky noises, Sax solos, Reggae, Combat Rock came out in 1982 for crying out loud. This is more on the Oingo Boingo/B-52's side of the weird spectrum, but if it weren't for a complete lack of management and the same name as a more famous European band, these lunatics could have done a fair bit more than tour college campuses. Easy to imagine they made plenty of money playing frat parties, but they're definitely better than that...