A1 Suerte Bombo
Every family is different. The Fett family? Exceptionally so.
No mothers. One father—Jango. Several million sons. Not exactly a locker room you’d volunteer to enter.
Only one got a name: Boba.
Like his countless brothers, he lives for anger and combat. But even in this chaos, there’s an outlier: Brother Bombo (self-named). A black sheep with better priorities.
Hanging. Smoking. Touching. Drinking. Grooving.
May da funk be with you.

Written and developed by Mr. Takaway and The BootyJive.

A2 Holodance
On the holodeck, anything goes.
We’ve lost count of how many nights we crashed the Enterprise crew’s party strip—birthdays, Father’s Day, or just because.  Perfect music. Infinite landscapes. Questionably irresistible alien company.
No rules. Just dance.

Written and developed by Mr. Takaway and The BootyJive.

A3 Alien Inn
Even at warp speed, space gets lonely. So when civilization appears—you stop.
The Alien Inn, perched on the edge of the Arrakis drought, offers exactly what you need: space to stretch, and a sandworm burger with antimatter fries worth crossing galaxies for.

Written and developed by Mr. Takaway, Captan Rich and The BootyJive.

A4 Bayoutonic
Say what you want about Earth—but never question its creativity in chemical exploration.
Respect where it’s due.
Still, nothing hits quite like Papa Hooch’s legendary creation: Bayoutonic on Lava.
Not for beginners. Not for the cautious.
But afterward? You’ll understand hangovers on a spiritual level.

Written and developed by Mr. Takaway and The BootyJive.

A5 Jupiter Kick
Planet surfing: one of space travel’s purest thrills.
Also one of its deadliest.  Explode. Implode. Burn. Vanish. Choose your ending.
Captain Rich—pilot of the seventh universe elite—perfected the art by riding only the heaviest giants.
In this system, that means one thing: Jupiter.
Hit the angle. Ride the gravity. Kiss the edge. Launch back into the void. That’s the kick.
Don’t try it.

Written and developed by Mr. Takaway and The BootyJive.

B1 Vader Strut
When the galaxy’s darkest figure meets its funkiest band, something unexpected happens: Groove.
Darth finds the rhythm. The force finds the pocket. The galaxy exhales.
Call it balance.

Written and developed by Mr. Takaway and The BootyJive.

B2 Boogie Me Right
High noon. Planet Yuma.
Sweat. Dust. Mosquitoes. Bad mood.
We came for guitar strings. Found a corporate complex.
SRI had taken over. Parking restricted. Ticket issued.
As the star sheriffs closed in, options ran out.
There was only one move left.
(And no—we didn’t kiss the deputy.)

Written and developed by Mr. Takaway and The BootyJive.

B3 Raumpatrouille Orion
„Hier ist die Orion 7 unter Commander Cliff Allister McLane. An Oberste Raumbehörde Sektion 12, Abteilung Astrotechnik über Jupiter-Außen und EAS 3. Um meine Behauptung zu erhärten, dass eine Landung auf Rhea möglich ist, setze ich in wenigen Augenblicken auf Rhea auf. Das war die Orion.“

(Radiomessage received from our friends of the spaceship Orion on September 17th, 08:20 p.m., in the earth year 1966) Some signals never fade!

Written and developed by Mr. Takaway and The BootyJive.

B4 Shake That
Right before the black hole takes you, the questions come fast:
Socks packed? Windows closed? Cat fed? Survival chances?
Then it begins—and none of it matters.
Inside the collapse, perspective changes.
Suddenly, a forgotten compost bin feels… irrelevant.

Featuring Loken’s sprouts: Wi Sand, Al Sand, and Ed Sand

Written and developed by Mr. Takaway and The BootyJive.

B5 Phonky Nu World
It’s done. Earth is fully bootyfied.
Humanity looks back on its past—confused, amused, transformed.Somewhere, Aldous is shaking his head. No publisher would’ve believed it anyway.

Written and jammed by Mr. Takaway and The BootyJive.