A latent aspect of The Rat Motel since its inception, Izzi Sleep woke up one day and began to yawn. “It’s No Use, Mr. James!” was thick doze pop with lyrics and structures at times incomprehensible but always familiar – just like a dream. The length and nature of Izzi’s prenatal slumber is a matter of intense speculation. Indeed, there are some who believe Izzi to be a re-encapsulation of Old Man Winkle, a thing born long before the Motel doors opened. These people would do well to note that while sleep can do wonders for the skin, it cannot reverse the process of aging.