Fact Sheet
Central grinder
The story so far.
In the beginning the Universe (as has been noted before) was created.
We skip the part immediately following that. We pick up our story NOW.
When, after the release of their first demo, Central Grinder (CG) did not
become, despite super-human efforts of advertisement and and socio-economic
knowledge and despite their being two extremely decent blokes, world famous
and rich and renowned and popular etc. our two heroic NOISE-gods were so
appalled by Earth and it's inhabitants, that they left it, and them, to
explore the farthest reaches of intelligence, space, time and, not to forget,
matter/energy (the two being, of course, interchangable). Easier said than
done, you might think. Not so for our two beloved heroes. Making space-ships
out of empty drinking gear such as lager-cans and beer-crates had been a
longtime hobby of these two godlike beings. Soon they were on their way
to what lays beyond. (Wherever that may be.)
Here, in the black, cold, iciness of deep space they found what they were
looking for: public acclaim and a beer-drinking scholarship. After meeting
the primitive people of Sirius for only one second CG was the most popular
thing ever on this rather nice planetary system.
So they spent a lot of time drinking and feasting there. Then they had to
recuperate. We must all walk through the valley of death, said their second
demo about that. Rather strangely, it said so in Latin. Have our heroes
slipped? Hell, no! They merely have a hangover. What a relief.
Soon, they are on their way and continue their grand tour of the Universe.
In between fighting their way out of some pretty hot spots, some engine-trouble
on the way and not to forget some rather odd ways of having made oneself
feel good, our two demi-gods feel rather intense and decide to throw a gig
on the infamous planet of Kakrafoon. This famous desert planet is known
all over the Universe for it's sun and skin-cancer institutions. They give
a concert to the entire population, one of whom visited twice! They make
a fairly good speech on Kakrafoonian television telling the citizens to
watch their backsides. Not unsound advise, because of the harmfull radiations
streaming down to the planet every hour of the 47 3/4 hour day.
After finally proving themselves to be the masters of NOISE, if not the
masters of the Universe, they decide to PHONE HOME.
Listen very carefully and you might just hear their spaceship tearing down through
the stratosphere into your neighbourhood.
Away please, I didn't need this much information.
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