BLACK ORPHAN is a secret group of hyper-evolved troglodytes creating spaced funeral music that makes Wilma Deering shed 25th century spandex with the swiftness. Internet rumor has it that a current member of The SPITS is positioned somewhere within the escape pod, hopefully close to the SCSI port. Sounds like a 1982 cable access version of Robinson Crusoe On Mars horrifically tape-traded in Betamax, amongst collectors, with decayed fidelity. The cover glows in the dark. GLOWS, BROS! Recorded using hardcore machine language.