Robot Bangarang

Okay, let’s be real: *Robot Bangarang* is the kind of audiobook you’ll either love or side-eye hard, and I’m firmly in the first camp—with a few caveats. Lucy Rivers’ performance is a masterclass in tonal acrobatics. She nails Blaze’s world-weary marine vibe (think a spacefaring Sam Elliott with a filthier mouth) but really shines in the banter, especially when the hex kicks in and his voice starts dripping with unintentional charm. The supporting cast—particularly the succubus, whose purr Rivers delivers with just the right mix of menace and mischief—feels vivid, not like the usual erotica cutouts. That said, the pacing stumbles in the middle; a subplot about interstellar bureaucracy drags when what you really want is more demon-fighting foreplay. The real draw here is how Crash weaves erotic tension into the *plot*, not just the scenes. The hex isn’t just a gimmick—it’s a narrative time bomb, and watching Blaze squirm as his reputation (and libido) spirals out of control is darkly hilarious. The sex is explicit but never mechanical; even the raunchiest moments have a playful, almost *sweet* undercurrent, like the book’s winking at you while it undresses. My only gripe? The ending wraps up a little too neatly for a story this gleefully chaotic. Still, if you’ve ever wanted *Starship Troopers* meets *Secretary* with a side of eldritch horror, this is your audiobook. Just don’t listen on public transit unless you’re prepared for awkward glances.