Imagine
George Jetson crashing his hovercar onto the set of Barbarella as Napoleon
Solo saunters past and Emma Peal stands on the sidelines tossing off
witty one-liners.
Imagine a world of endless TANG and robot weavers that churn out limitless
bolts of Sabre-tooth cat fur to tinny lounge muzac piped through cheeep
speakers. It's a collision of cheesy 60's Bondesquery and 50's soooper-future.
It's Spacelounge!!!!
