If a group of cybernetically enhanced space worms from across the universe lusted to conquer other life forms lower them themselves, took their kooky spaceship to planet earth, got here, started fucking shit up hardcore, raping the women and children with penises half their size, burning everything down with space lazers, and eventually leave the planet a desolated wasteland. But in the rubble they find, of all things, a suffocation album. And they listen to it via telekinetic worm-jitsu and are blown away. Then they look into each others wratlygles and speak to each other through their assholes “You know what, fuck the conquering thing, let’s make music”. This is the album they would make.