From hidden corners of the cosmos, the cryptonic shuttle approaches our solar system. Inexorably, it heads for terrestrial climes. Equipped with spherically-beguiling vocals, psychedelic guitars, powerful basses and driving drums, the four crypto-planetarians are commissioned to break through earthly sound barriers. Grunge elements could ripen light-years away and blossom. Catchy riffs correspond to the stone landscape cryptons and mix with energetic grooves. This explosive composition almost detonates in the ear canals of the Earthlings. What is not swept away by the stellar sound can no longer escape the urge to move. Even Superman crumbles in the presence of Miss Kryptonite to galactic dust, which volatilises in the beat of music into the infinity of being.
