Influences: The Residents, Frank Zappa, They Might Be Giants, Gary Numan, Devo, etc.
I spent the first seventeen years of my life locked in an ugly little room, collecting lengths of twine and plotting my escape. To pass the time, I would carve cryptic messages into small rodents and toss them out the window, hoping someone would find them and come to my aid. Well, as luck would have it, an A&R man from a major record label happened to be walking by one day when a rat with the phrase "Cheers, Fuckface!" scrawled into its belly hit him square in the eye, causing permanent blindness and temporal lobe damage. The resulting lawsuit bankrupted the institution that was holding me captive, and they had little choice but to set me free, enabling me to pursue a career as an amateur recording artist.