First edition of 1200 copies packaged in a full color Japanese style gatefold case. Starship trooper, go sailing on by...cuz Bass Communion will squelch you into a throbbing mass of well-armed gristle . “II” and “III” were conceived as separate and autonomous satellites of BC’s galactic empire, but rather reeking of Castor & Pollux, they have been umbilicalled together. “II’s” earliest days go back to the mid to late 90’s, from which it enjoyed a couple of releases through small labels. “II” steps through the door hissing with deep space halitosis. Quietly eclipsed by slow, subtly melodic breaths of solar wind, “II” finds its ellipses crossing long, glowering belts of ambience and majestic rings of thick, bass-heavy electro-pulses. Miniature terrestrials appear as stringed acoustics and other Earth-bound instrumentation peeks up through the crackling electronic mists. Hardly a truer music of the spheres, but then there is still the brother to contend with. “III” began its days at the same time as its kin, originally as leftover pieces, tv music, and failed experiments recorded between 1995-99 from the first 2 BC albums and then briefly released as a made-to-order CDR. “III’s” lustmord for global communication moans out in a series of lonely alien drones. As its orb’s orbitals draw circles near the light-hemorrhaged Cygnus X-1, devastating dub destruction launches this little craft well beyond the infinite, clothed in the flesh of gods. Don’t worry the good ship lands safely, but is, much like the listener, forever altered.