Upon crash landing in rural Michigan (Benton Harbor, to be exact) our heroes unpacked their large instruments and set up camp. Using the re-entry-burnt hull of their ship, electronics of varying crudity (synths, oscillators, tape loops, contact mics) along with the standard bass and drums; our hapless shipwrecked crew attempted to create a distress beacon consisting of unhinged biker rok, earth rumble, misty mountain fug and comet screams. Hell, there’s even a guitar in there!