It is 1978. Screaming Blue Murder are the hottest band on the rock ‘n' roll scene. Big hair, tight lycra, a face full of make-up, lyrics that would make your mother blush and a lock-up-your-daughters approach to dating has made the four band members heroes to just about every teenager on the planet.

Their party lifestyle is legendary. Barely a week goes by without some reports of wild parties, excessive drinking, illicit drugs and fast women. Screaming Blue Murder party hard but they work hard too. With three multi-platinum albums under their rhinestone-studded belts they're every record executive's dream. The cash is rolling in - for the record company and the band's management at least.
After six months of gruelling recording sessions and the odd “musical difference” that has led to a couple of visits to the local hospital and several cautions from the police, the fourth album from Screaming Blue Murder is finally in the can.
The wrap party is in full swing at Richie Starstud's (the band's drummer) mansion but the fun is about to stop. There‘s a body in the kitchen and one of the guests is responsible for it being there..…