Iain stood at the bottom of the steps at the entrance to the club. Yes, had caught the wary eyes of the giant toad-like bouncers at the doors, who remained at their posts. However, there was something wrong he’d picked up about the music. Even though the tune made perfect sense not a whole lot of the lyrics he could make out made a lot of sense under the thrashing of guitars and heavy base. So, either there is some sort of mix up with his ‘Zos or most likely, after 22,000 years whoever was playing the music logically couldn’t be the Reebles. But what then? Someone was singing, or at least screaming incoherently and how could there be a tribute band of a band hardly anyone on Earth had even by 2019? Even by the 90s he’d never heard of some of Larry’s favorite no-hit-wonders from the 80s like Benzene Jag or Big Bang.


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