Despite the grim title of their 6666 debut, Death reflects the untimely occurrence rather than an outward call for it. It has become commonplace to perceive planets as having a single ecosystem (few have only ocean or lava and little else).

Like many bands in the Intergalactic Beets Project, stars play a significant role in the day-to-day lives of the creatures of the Universe. Whether for growing food, nourishing bodies, or collecting energy, its never-ending supply of uses is a testament to its construction and our ability to harness it.

GREEN! were exactly the sort of band they portrayed themselves as. Loud, crass, pumped full of manic energy with nowhere to expend it. Aboard the high-speed rails that darted across the forgotten landscapes of Blaynk, there was little to see.

You are here. is, quite possibly, the saddest album in the IBP Collection. Broadcast from the edge of a raging asteroid, Voyage(r) released their magnum opus moments before colliding with the citizens of Spurgeon III.

In our assessment of FLWR’s debut album FWLR, we wrote “They would eventually escape from their droll existence on the wings of their efforts, but success, while bringing much green, wilted their anger until home seemed like paradise.” Three years later the band was still homesick.

Whilst you and I, dear Audionaut, might not mind the exhilarating thrill of being trapped in the warming glow of a tractor beam, zooming through the atmosphere on the dime of the Grays as ambrosia flowed and copious delicacies were offered at no expense other than the expectation that you abstain from ruining the good time.

Saturn, Saturn, Saturn. What mysteries shall you bestow upon us? After the Great Cloud Migration of 4565, there was little left on the gilded planet except for its icy, rocky, metallicy core. Its rings, made up of similar icy, rocky, and metallicy elements, were quick to vacate, the once robust gravitational pull no longer thirsty for company.

Doodle was the affectionate nickname given to the stray rabbit that had found its way inside Electro Lizard, one of the Universe's most famous recording studios. Prickley Pete, Funeral for a Vampire, and Schmog had all played their hearts out in the hallowed halls of the eclectic studio.

The elements of the Universe serenade each other in a perpetual mating dance that we have barely begun to understand. The basic bonding of particles, while well-documented, is but an appetizer for the symphony of potential. Time Frame, hot off the success of their sophomore album WaRP, was itching for a new point of view.

If you were sentenced to life on a rapidly spinning doughnut-shaped mass of vaporized rock, you might have some objections. Keyboardist Mukhop (she of the amphibian variety hailing from Eukaryota) had been caught breaking windows with cans of OileeZ, the Universe's go-to lubricant for shuttle pistons, the result of an inebriated afternoon with her bandmates Toruss and Roche.

Introducing the Intergalactic Beets Project Database—Version 0.1*! Our entire decoded Collection has been made available to the public for the first time in one convenient location. With our Database, you can search, sort, listen, or download any song. Below, we have provided an embedded version of our Database (built with the help of AirTable), which can be used on our website. Please tap the button below for those who wish to use the Database through the AirTable app or a separate window.

The struggles of the members of The Cosmonauts have been documented before by the Intergalactic Beets Project. After escaping Earth's (Milk Way Galaxy) Union of Soviet Socialist Republics’ Space Program, where they were subjected to experimentation, torture, deprivation, and starvation, they discovered a planet teeming with like-minded (and similar-looking) creatures.

Harvee was mad. Eight feet tall, covered in feathers, cawing like a mad-bird, he had already trashed the green room and was intent on finding a stagehand to berate, and possibly eviscerate. What he found was a live television camera and a stunned audience.

A fateful family vacation for The Memorializers' lead keyboardist, Gris, in 2985 led to a memory that stuck with her until 3001 when a fateful driving instruction class with future bandmates Moolti and Veeronna brought them together. The trip was to the Graveyard of Monuments in Ugeeke Intergalactic Park, a designation bestowed upon protected lands and points of interest that contribute to the beauty and history of the Universe.

Not all of the tastiest beats find their way to the mainstream. The superior vinyl format can be a luxury for bands still whipping up melodies in their basements or the back of local dives. For those road warriors, the cassette became the de facto format to spread their musical ideas.

The Intergalactic Two-Wheel Racing Circuit (ITWRC) is known mainly for its unforgiving final race across the harsh deserts of LV-427, a once prosperous and tropical planet in the Zeta Reticuli Galaxy. While there are technically 50 events throughout the Universal Year (including the delightful romps through both the water-dependent Hydrocity and the ICZ tundra), the Death Mint 4000 across LV-427 brings the masses to a halt.

The struggles of the members of The Cosmonauts have been documented before by the Intergalactic Beets Project. After escaping Earth's (Milk Way Galaxy) Union of Soviet Socialist Republics’ Space Program, where they were subjected to experimentation, torture, deprivation, and starvation, they discovered a planet teeming with like-minded (and similar-looking) creatures.

Synthesizer Wrecks was pissed. After the success of her 4300 album Comet At Ya!, it was clear that fame was arriving with all the subtlety of an asteroid. And with this newfound success would come the inevitable copycats. While some were easy to spot (such as misspelled abominations like Sintheesizer Rex or Sympathizer Tex), others went a bit under the radar.

The Kebegos were considered fodder for the armies of Mustelid, the fourteenth planet in the Ailammam System. The smallest of the furry inhabitants, they were adept at sneaking inside machinery and causing havoc (see Side B, Track 1: Gremlins).

Mascarpone Beach walked so that Trick/Treat could run. Soaring on the long-forgotten reward of good times and beach vibes, Trick/Treat firmly planted their roots with the head-bopping screams of NEAT.