OPOPO is mystery. To ask questions of OPOPO is to stare into the void. Who are you? What do you do? One would have better luck interrogating a black hole, its singularity marking a lightless dot below the great cosmic question mark. Whatever OPOPO's nature or activities, it produces a complementary series of synthetic noises that, once assembled, have irresistible powers to shake booties and boom boxes. Forearmed with that meager knowledge, Evan Dickson attempted to wring information from the inscrutable mind of Bryan Sutherland.

Nobody I asked seems to know anything about you, so let me begin my questions with, who are you?

Mostly artists, OPOPO's pitch is fixed to a prominent stomp.

Where did you come from?

Well, we propelled from the momentum of discontinued bands and projects, with a lotta different tastes in the offering. We just strive to speak through climactic progressions, melody and visual presentation. The "push to the plates" approach.

What do you want with us?

We wanna see you dancin!

What music makes you want to get down and sweaty (sexual interpretation optional)?

Engaging stomp that would pump a robo-orgy to full thrust.

Are you going to cause Wavelength-goers to party 'till they puke? 'Cuz I want to know what to wear.

No need for bibs, just fish filled disco heels and swagger!