If all the world's a stage then the Bykers have fallen through the trapdoor, or rather a washing machine tardis, that launches them into another dimension, a videodromesque reality where the battle is on to gain enough points to succeed the corporate game.
But are they on their way to the greatest stage of all ?…….Vegas !

Fear and Loathing !

Vegas,Parthenon of professionalism, temple of talent, alter of entertainment….in short it's up to them.

It's a story that takes them from the rain-slicked streets of 'Anytown',UK, to the trackless wastes of less-desireable deserts. A story that drives our heroes from pillar to the verge of post-mortem, and introduces them to hoodlums, hitchers, hacks, hippies, hellfire preachers and ….the sinister PFX Corporation (in whose hands they are but winks to be tiddled).

But flushed with Ollie North go-for-it-spirit - the Renault-25-Bob's-with-me yuppie dream of 'Vegas' in their sights-The Bykers give it their best shot.They play 'Huge's' game. They play their guitars.They play songs from their album. they win…or they lose. Which is it to be ?

If we're all players in the drama of life then would The Byker's stand-ins please proceed to the stage door !

The meaning of life? The meaning of pogonophobia ? The meaning of 'Drill Your Own Hole' ?When it's all said and done, it's the story of the Bykers getting a good scrub and a slow spin cycle.