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On the iPlanet, all the musical instruments are banned as if they are responsible for the new world plague. The company computers instead generate tunes which everybody streams. It is an age of boy bands and of girl bands. Of boy and girl bands. Of girl bands with a couple of boys in them that look like girls anyway. Nothing is left to chance as hits are scheduled years in advance.
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
But resistance is growing. Underneath the gleaming data cities, down in the lower depths, below the apocalyptic wastelands live the Bohemians. Rebels, led by the wise activist and music historian Buddy, who believes that there was once a golden age when the kids formed their own bands and wrote their own songs. The Bohemians called that time, the Rhapsody.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
Legend persists that somewhere on the iPlanet, instruments still exist. Somewhere, the mighty axe of a great and hairy guitar god lies buried deep within the living rock. The Bohemian’s need a hero, a chosen one, to find the axe, draw it from the stone and play the mighty riff. Is the one who calls himself Galileo that man?
He’s just a poor boy, from a poor family
But the GlobalSoft cops, under the instruction of Commander Khashoggi, are also looking for Galileo and his helper Scaramouche, and if they get them first, they will surely drag them before the Killer Queen and consign them to oblivion across the seven seas of Rhye. Who is Galileo? Where is the hairy one’s lost axe? Where is the place called rock?
Any way the wind blows.
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