The Scientist was working away in his lab one day contemplating the deeper realms of space when he felt the sudden urge to dance. At a similar point in time, but in a very different place, the Satanist suddenly saw the light, raised his hands, shook his soul and did backflips. Dozing somewhere in an aquatic cosmos, the Sleeper awoke feeling the spirits and, shaking the ghosts, he tripped along in the motion he’d just been dreaming of.. (step - 6 - 7 - now kick - & 1 - & left - & 3… yes, now there were three). With baited breathe they traversed unknown quantities and finally, in the Rings of Anton (which are, apparently, not dissimilar from certain parts of Macedonia), they discovered the spice of the Chef, only to find he was already two steps ahead – he’d put his left hand in and he’d shook it all about. Time passed and at last it became clear: no-one was driving this bus… then, after a minute that had taken a year, a voice yelled out “Why drive when you can skate? Gentlemen, to evil!â€â€¦ Of course, no-one was listening to the Drummer.
A Scientist, a Satanist, a Sleeper, a Chef and the Drummer…
Ladies and Gentlemen… Savoy Kicks.
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