Many
miles away, at the threshold of outer space, the moon slowly traces
it’s lonely path around the earth. Far on the darkside,
hidden in eternal night, an ordinary-looking crater conceals the
entrance to a deep underground bunker. The secret headquarters
of M-SQUAD.
Matt
Holt, Mike Jett & Eli Brown are M-Squad.
An elite group of interplanetary Mushes dedicated to the proliferation
of heavy rock throughout the galaxy. With their eyes and ears
on the stars, and their amps set on “11”, M-Squad
monitors the airwaves for signs of discord and unrest. Quick to
act at the first indication of a possible violation of the MUSH
code, M-Squad board their high-speed space cruisers ready to save
the day. Speeding across the vast expanses of interstellar space,
scores of technicians pilot a spectacular machine. Lights flash,
meters flicker, and monitors spew data as bale after bale of mysterious
vegetation is shoveled into the ship’s reactor. All the
while, sounds unlike that heard on the old “Star Trek”
fill the air. Cooled, compressed and water-filtered, the powerful
smoke these machines produce is fabled to be the kindest in all
the galaxy. The tanks on the backs of all squadron troopers are
filled with this same miraculous vapor, ready to be unleashed
on the populous of warring planets. When the great shadow of an
M-Squad mothership befalls a planets surface, the citizens rejoice.
They know that soon all the squares & uptights will be inundated
with the sweet-smelling mystical smoke unleashed by the squadron’s
great ships. Able to shatter windows and cause earthquakes &
tidal waves, enormous speakers housed in the belly of the saucers
blast the ungroovy with
the heaviest jams of the 21st century.
