Houston, We Have a Party

A duo of alien lifeforms abominably spawned into bipedal, flesh organisms from their original rock forms via extensive laboratory experiments, have come to the conclusion that planet earth is a "total shithole."

That doesn't mean they, The Moon Rocks... still don't want to win our admiration ~ in fact, it seems to be one of the remaining goals for their highfalutin intergalactic tour, trekking their own creations (curious musical melding of danceable krautrock kicking rhythms and electro-wrung new-wave grooves) from planet to planet, system to system, --with said-performances having initially commenced as a quasi-scheme to earn enough cosmic capital to finance an escape from Mars (from whence they had initially shipwrecked, along with their two devoted/captive human astronaut/scientists)...

...or something like that. They should be treated, initially, with a similar trepidation mixed between the stiffened distrust and quick bellicosity of the D.C. citizens from Day the Earth Stood Still (51) and the curious, reach-out-and-why-not-touch-em approach of Close Encounters of the Third Kind...

Making peace with these aliens is probably arrived at by merely dancing to the sounds they make...

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To see them and hear them - head to Northern Lights Lounge, Aug 6 ~ with one of their captive human explorers will also be performing in a band of his own, known as Space Toilet. ~ Electric Fire Babies and TOMBB will also be on hand to greet the Moon Rocks.