like the malfunctioning, spastic, wet-nightmare of an artificial omni-intelligent acid fried cyborg, battle of the bits is this mother larva queen spewing out spawned offspring in the form of bit crunchy pockets of noise paintings. elegant pulp data paradigms and musical notions assigned to snippets of life going in and out of relevance. algorithmic musical vessels of meaning for that which we assign... and then sometimes robocop assigns it for us! because we all know in our hearts that if robocop made electronic music, he'd kick all our asses so badly. THINK ABOUT IT. he's pretty much an electronic man. if we let robocop learn how to use a drum machine, he's going to destroy what we love the most. help me fight against this rising threat. show your support by calling 1-800-328-4475. if we work together we can preserve our silly human notions of what we think music should be. love, blood mr.