1980. An unstable hostile city named London. An unstable hostile planet named Earth where fat right forefingers hovered over big red buttons which, if pressed, would have started that final countdown. Cue the song, the big hair, the 80s. Dressed to the 9s, made-up like a wedding cake, fat right forefinger poised over a "c" on a cheap synthesiser. Could there be a better climate for a band like The Legendary Pink Dots to spring into life?