Within all the styles that can be possibly be identified on this album; D-beat, Hardcore Punk, Crust Punk, Thrash Metal, Speed Metal, Death Metal, first wave Black Metal, Sludge Metal, NWOBHM, Heavy Metal, whatever we can possibly be called... we strive for fun riffs, amusing lyrics, and an album that makes sense as a cohesive unit.

There is much story in the Space Motherfucker universe. The motherfuckers must prove their worth to the audience, and display their machismo(afros) to their enemies. The Space Motherfuckers from Space(SMFS) are powerful beings, but some motherfuckers desire more power...thus a quest for an ancient artifact is taken on. A certain motherfucker treks through trials of terror that test his tact, to see if he is truly worthy of such an artifact handed down by Mystic Motherfuckers of the Past. Upon acquiring of the artifact, all this power gets to his head.(fro) He is then reminded that there is a being even higher than him. Him and his fellow motherfuckers may run space, but The Master Motherfucker practically IS space. The SMFS have a duty to the universe, for "with giant afro comes giant responsibility".
There are certain creatures, humans, whom dwell on the blue dot known as Earth. They are relatively harmless, but are far too curious and do not know what they are getting themselves into. They must learn to stay in their place so they don't harm themselves or the star system around them. When questioned, the motherfuckers reply, "Fuck You...I'm Black" to which there is no rebuttal. They will use their afros if it is needed for the safety of the Sol System, for they have the Afros of Death. There were certain humans who ignored the SMFS' warning and were Astrosassinated swiftly. The Motherfuckers may seem like a lawless breed of space faring creatures that just smoke space all day, but there is a ranking system. There are motherfuckers in training, those who are just learning what it is to be black, to have an afro, and to be in space. Thus, they must be reminded of the sophisticated class system...for the higher ranked are blacker.
During downtime, motherfucker enjoy certain vices whether it be smoking space, cruisin in their pimpcars, or eating Philly Cheesesteaks from Philadelphia on Earth disguised as a mere human to not incite panic and suspicion from NASA. NASA are after the motherfuckers' fros for the secrets of the universe are locked away in their fros. ...But on certain occasions, they like to harvest radioactive lobsters and crabs on Europa, Jupiter's moon. Sometimes, their harvest is unsuccessful because a higher class of radioactive super sized crustaceans may ambush the frozen wasteland. In such occasions, they just go back to Philly.
One may ask how a motherfucker is devised in the endless bounds of space. The Chronic-Ills are heavily documented. The Mystic Motherfuckers train entry-level motherfuckers that the Master Motherfucker chosen, but these new motherfuckers must find the mystic ones on their own. The Mystic Motherfuckers are ancient Motherfuckers born in a space age time of swords and sorcery...in space. They fought with their own steele they forged, stronger than any human metals, known as Black Steele.
The legend has inspired many motherfuckers from the bandit motherfuckers that pillage entire worlds and afronihilate the entire world's population to heavy partying motherfuckers that just want to smoke Bongopolis all day to the point of depleting the bulk of the planet's mass. On such occasion, The Master Motherfucker forbids further smoking as Bongopolis must regenerate. That can pose a problem to motherfuckers that still want to get wrecked. Bongopolis is a planetary body outside of the entire universe, its moon IS the entire universe. If one wants to take their smoking to Jupiter(their main vice), one has to travel a distance that would be unheard of to humans even a million years ahead in advancing. But in anything, where there is a Will, there is a Smi...er a way...where there is a will there is a way, for WE ARE THE FRO.