Tbf I can see you using that as your opening track, in some squalid Dublin back street pub, a few jakeys propping up the bar, perplexed at the sudden musical assault being played through the ceiling high speakers. Dry ice hissing from the two boxes you bought from Screwfix and a single green laser emanating from somewhere behind your pallet stage. Suddenly kicking open the gents door with your Ziggy Stardusts and swanning in with a silver Cape on and sunglasses as your Alan Parsons edit plays to a crescendo.
