“ A ROUND OF THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE for my spookster in crime, the boy all the aliens are dying to abduct, my G h o u l K i n g, the U.F. to my O, the one, the only: Mister Norbert Kruegers. We’re the Martian Mondays, thank you millions, it’s been a one h o w l of a set!! ” Post clearing off the make-shift stage, Scobie caught the first person she could. “ Okay, how’d we sound?? ”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t watch it, but you sounded I N S A N E. Those drums sets were mindblowing!” Dmitri exclaimed, the extra excitement supplied by the half-full cup of firewhiskey in his hand. “The guitar was raw...so wow.” He continued. “You guys have a STROKES meets THE BLACK KEYS meets ARCTIC MONKEYS vibe, I don’t know if you know muggle music, but they’re a few of the greatest indie rock bands of all time. The bassist needs a new sound, though. I have a muggle bass I could lend him.”










