The scaners Fr
After searching the cosmos Hipsville has used it's powerful tractor beam to bring the scaners down to earth.
Dragged from a burnt out spaceship in the scorching heat of the Benidorm desert to a neon-lit Chinese disco on the dark side of the moon.
The Scaners ARE French gonzo-synth punks and intergalactic scuzzball Miscreants from a future generation.
Clad in white from head to toe, bug-eye shades peer out through a dirty water fog.
They play a blistering set of songs that will propel them through the atmosphere on a fix of adrenalin.