From the introduction: This is the rock and roll future of yesteryear that never was - and nobody wanted. It is an intergalactic age of cowboys, outlaws and bandits playing on an interstellar stage. It is a time of hypercapitalism and a cut-throat gig economy. Unreliable trashheaps carry scrappy underdogs to their next gig, and corporation freighters lumber across the horizon laden with an empire’s bounty. The backstreets of every terraformed metropolis brim with a thousand lonely hearts and a thousand more venal vendettas. The burnt-out wastelands between bright lights are lawless back countries—anachronistic Americana languishing beneath multiple moons. Madness in every direction at every solar hour. These are the music-fuelled, moon-age daydreams of a rebel space age. These are your... ORBITAL BLUES