Don't know about you, but I've about had it with horny green-headed, bug-eyed, no-nosed spacemen who sound like a faulty electric razor coming to our planet to zap our finest sleazy bimbos, and then steal our vital orgone energies to fill their plasma tubes.

First of all, if you're going to come here bald and wearing tight, shiny outfits, you gotta play for the NBA – it's the law! Secondly, we may soon desperately need all our orgone energies if the hard-line morality tyrants are successful in their anti-sex coup attempt. Thirdly, since the orgone in your plasma tubes is really our "primitive sexual energies" you took without permission – we made it, you're selling it, we're entitled to royalties. Yeah, we may be primitive, but we've got some badass lawyers who'll eat you up in court and leave only bus fare home. Finally, special effects this bad went out in the sixties. Get with the program space dudes!

Although most of this feature is shot on video, there are numerous film clips (some obviously from years gone by) inserted throughout. One even has a couple who's motorcycle mysteriously breaks down and then they're captured by the alien who sort of closely resembles the alien we see during the rest of the video operating the revolving control coathangers often seen on the decks of bored yuppies.

The sex is fairly standard until the end when an aphrodisiac gas leak in the women's quarters results in a four-way lezzie lick off which nearly overloads the orgone collectors.

A catchy title, eye-catching box cover, and good alien head don't make up for what appears to be a collection of outdated footage mixed with new scenes. Too bad, as this had the potential to be a really good one.