Blood Red Death Ray sprouted up between sidewalk slabs in River Rouge, a factory town south of the Detroit. Riverfront homes there offered a view of Zug Island, where thick columns of steel-smelting smoke rose
Stanley, Jane and the rest of the band eased up a bit, as the reptilian pored into his spiel. “Using the golden record as a model, we tried to play, tried to sing,“ he said, “But it’s just not in our … our …” Hatton reverted to his native speech, which in this case ...