Effortlessly, your feet work the ultra-clean clock signal, as you march deeper into the cavernous mining meshwork of the ever Fraggle-rocking druidic Doozers. Down toward The Nexus, eyes popping from their methaphorical sockets, at the sight of huge subterraneous vallum - carved over millennia, from immense basalt slabs of pure sound timbre, by thousands of minuscule, motorik hands - sky-scraping yet upward, awash with muted, warm light emanated by colossal spikes of 100% natural, fluorescent UV rave stalagmite. Through the lower regions, where Emerson Lake and Palmer meet Maggotron at night, fording in Dutch electro-sewage up to their jointlessly syncopated hips. As you reach the nethermost, sub-aquatic level - eardrums sensually tingled by the pressure, shifted elegantly as Epernay champagne - the cruiser of the gillmen is already waiting, electrogenic thrusters warmed-up for warp record pace, fully rigged in its thalassic grotto hangar, ready to journey even deeper. The Voyage is about to begin! File under: Lardossen motorik Fraggle-rock.