these pop stars from mars crashed into the side of my house one night, and they have been staying with me since..kind of like alf but these martians rock! they pound away at their space-sized groovebox and synths like there is no tomorrow, because they know there is none. so their mission is to dance dance dance. i have to write for them becaue they don't speak english very well, but they wanted to come to america because they love michael jackson..and who doesn't, right. they are no strangers to the intensity of stardom...they flew to the earth in red cars wearing their triple platinum records around their necks. they are here for me, they are here for you, they are here for the future of pop.