A club on the moon. Glass dance floor constructed over a massive crater. Below, millions of infinity glow sticks blare. Space-age fashion back in style. Pink drinks that fizz blue. Covered by a plasma dome that reflects lights that flicker along the walls. SDF taking the stage in pure disco-king mode. Keeping that consistent kick for movement. Synths that soar along the cosmos of clouds and stars. Enough noir to get a little moody, but still keeping that dance going. Vocals that build from 90s ballad-rock, consumer cold-wave, and house-MC. A little booth in the corner that reads Psykick Dancehall Recordings almost selling out of their cassette, Alana. And yes, cassettes play on the moon:
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