Magical moments
of celluloid artefacts:
blending nostalgia,
of dark, urban sensuousness,
and primal longings,
with bizarre electronics.
Rock n' roll twisted
beyond all recognition:
for cocktail parties,
aboard vast space stations or
on moonbase Alpha,
where the future is present.
All styles are served here,
in Pop Art of cut and paste.
Sci-fi vibes glammed up
in leopard and tiger skin
with wailing saxes.
O I love the Seventies!
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