The Last Starfighter - Music

Music

Craig Safan's score for the film calls for an unusually large orchestra, including six trumpets and six trombones, which are used simultaneously to play the main theme in twelve-part harmony.

Southern Cross released a soundtrack album at the time of the film's release (later reissued on CD in 1987).

Side One:

  1. Main Title (2:30)
  2. Outer Space Chase (2:52)
  3. Into the Starscape (3:50)
  4. The Planet of Rylos (2:04)
  5. Death Blossom: Ultimate Weapon (3:37)

Side Two:

  1. Incommunicado (Craig Safan/Mark Mueller) – Clif Magness (3:08)
  2. Never Crossed My Mind (Craig Safan/Mark Mueller) – Clif Magness (2:45)
  3. Return to Earth (3:28)
  4. The Hero's March (2:16)
  5. Centauri Dies (3:08)

In 1995, Intrada issued an expanded album, which omitted the songs credited to Safan/Mueller/Magness, and included the complete versions of several cues, including "Into the Starscape" (on the original release it cuts out at the point in the film when Louis whoops at the sight of the Gunstar taking off on the video game screen and in real life; in the film the music continues over the end credits).

  1. Main Title (2:31)
  2. Alex Dreams (1:44)
  3. Centauri Into Space (05:59)
  4. Rylos (2:01)
  5. Centauri Dies (6:51)
  6. Target Practice (2:17)
  7. Alex's First Test (2:51)
  8. Beta's Sacrifice (6:07)
  9. Death Blossom; Ultimate Weapon (4:44)
  10. Big Victory March; Alex Returns (5:44)
  11. Into the Starscape (7:21)
  12. Outro the Starfalling (8:52)

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