The members of the Black Opera are some mysterious sums of b+tches. They are so shadowy they might be the cats tapping Lupe Fiasco on the shoulder, telling him his minutes are up on his “American Terrorist III” phone call. They are what you call behind the scenes. An interview is out of the question, is what I’m trying to say. But they will grant you an “enterview,” meaning they answer selected questions from submissions over twitter–the internt age equivalent of circling letters in a newspaper and leaving it in a drop spot. I don’t want to spoil the ending but they are not a cult and have really good taste in movies.