When their signature silver jumpsuits first stormed London's nascent glam rock scene conjuring hi-octane odes mythologizing Ziggy Stardust's otherworldly magnetism, all-female upstarts "The Glamour Galaxies" blazed astronomical ambitions well beyond genre's fledging glitter wave focused solely shocking earthbound masses. These visionary phenoms instead melded warp speed guitar shredding alongside Moog synthesizers beaming transportive lyrics exploring science fiction's evocative frontiers - chasing sonic star stuff glimmering lightyears beyond boring terrestrial troubles holding listeners rapt.

At the galactic nucleus stood dynamic front woman Star Carpenter crooning existential epiphanies over cosmic horizons through the band's astronomical alter egos: "You've all heard of the Big Bang, but forget the Genesis Grenade our sound's packing!" Star's passion shone ultraviolet bright whether belting solos or penning inclusive anthems affirming race, identity and orientation proved meaningless dividing lines once gazing back at one lonely planet lightyears from kindest life elsewhere.

By 1979, Glamour Galaxies' chart topping Space Opera concept album "Hyperspace Cowgirls" cemented their stratospheric ascendance atop experimental glam/punk hierarchy- dissolving contemporary gender and genre rules behind Stones/Bowie-inspired riffs weaponizing hot licks and hooks in service mind liberation above all through their trademark auditory moonage daydreams richly world building escapist auditory oases dazzling emerging MTV generation tuning out.

That summer found the band embarking on massive UK theatre tour set to conclude with career high-milestone spectacle at London's Wembley Arena just before Margaret Thatcher's conservative iron grip threatened crushing counterculture creativity remaking Britain's future. That final concert promised unprecedented pyrotechnics and zero gravity choreography with Star and the Galaxies performing weightlessly through anti-grav hover harnesses floating them sphinxlike over dazzled crowds and laserium synth displays evoking alien landscapes.

Hours before the climactic encore lineup, tragedy struck suddenly sidestage when dehydration caused bassist Halley's Comet to faint, toppling unsecured gear which sparked deadly amp fires licking towards hazardous hydrogen canisters fueling the anti-gravs. As roadies rushed extinguishing flames, a tremendous secondary explosion erupted immolating half the scaffolding and lighting rigs with Star still tethered helpless to her harness overhead. Piercing screams gave way to smoldering silence as the beloved singer plummeted lifeless through flaming debris trailing charred stardust and glitter ash.

Amidst frantic injury triage and refund outrage, some dazed witnesses insisted glimpsing Star's broken body stir to sing a cappella one last verse of their anthem "Empress of Mars" before the shattered heap fell motionless forever. Though official reports blamed loose pyrotechnics, conspiracy theories swirled over possible staged murder.

In wake of their supernova frontwoman's tragic end, The Glamour Galaxies soon fractured entirely despite faithful fans insisting Star Carpenter was on trajectory cementing icon status as creative pillar of the era's space rock explosion. Yet those die-hard followers today still report strange phenomenon at certain cosmic concert moments - weights tipping absent stools aside levitating figures when spotlights strike empty. Some even swear Star's distinct treble crooning occasionally pierces loud amplifiers mid-solo though no incarnate form occupies the microphone's glow.

Can it be tenacious Star's determined essence still rushing to finish her tragically abbreviated rock reign by hijacking frequencies beyond both this fragile mortal chaos and the great gig in the sky? As long as airwaves hum certain bars or cosmic ballet glitters across meteor showers, her soul seems fated repeating that rendezvous with blazing glory frozen painfully by fate's cruel timing. For unfulfilled legends endure past flesh's limits. And the true rock and roll immortals always yearn shining just a bit brighter still...