This tasty little Saturn ring swinging treat is a feast disguised as a quick snack. A creeper cruising ride picking up a few waifs and strays along the way. Look, there's Chuck Berry, let's give him a run for his money as we 'Move To Mars' fueled by some good old 'Rock'n'Roll Music', and fuck me if that ain't ol' John Fogerty at the roadside over yonder, 'Bird of Death' causing as much of a churning n choogling 'Commotion' as Creedence ever did, if not more. As they hurtle to the landing pad for their take-off to the stars, they pass The Reverend Horton Heat, who's in the 'Boom Boom Room' trying to tell some lass that he 'Ain't The One' and that she's a 'Sick Bitch'. Before their flight, though, there's a 'Parade' for them dusted off by various hungover members of the Supersuckers, then there's a few spare moments to chill out in the space lounge with some 'Tacos 'n' Tequila', maybe a last chance to snatch a quick dance with a pretty female a la Travolta and Thurman in 'Pulp Fiction' then it really is 'Time To Go'. They might wanna move to Mars but I think it'd be kinda cool if they popped by Manchester first. Brilliant.
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-Stu Gibson