Overlord
Lord Prosect
Original Release Date: 09/06/5000 (0000 AM)
Originally taken from an article from Heart Beets Issue #2: Locked alone in his studio, Lord Prosect stripped down to his jiggly human flesh and commanded that his abilities unlock the greatest song ever conceived. For two years he did not release a single note, he only stared, into the void. His hair fell out, his muscles wasted away. When he finally emerged in 1988 he had somehow acquired a silver arm (theories abound that it was crushed by a bass drum and he fashioned it out of the pickups of electric guitars he had surrounded himself with). A parade of wigs kept his freakishly bald head covered in lunacy. His eyes had grown a shade of red unheard of and his teeth had been sharpened into fine points.
While his appearance may have been revolting, unsettling, spine-chilling, vomit-inducing, and diarrhea commencing, he had done the impossible. He had created the greatest song that would ever be heard; no project, no magnetic superstar, would be able to eclipse his genius. Only, during his self-containment, he had accidentally misplaced the master recording. Unfortunately for the megalomanic, this would not come to light until he had made an appearance on Late Night with Ronald Abernathy on July 6th, 1988.
The taping was puttering along, much time was spent on his appearance and disappearance. Finally, the interview came to a close and the moment of truth was upon them. Lord Prosect hit the play button and the dulcet melody came through the studio speakers.
Bagpipes. Hundreds and hundreds of bagpipes. Accordion on top of accordion. A triangle with a mind of its own. It thumped like a drunk hippopotamus (an Earth-based creature) and curled the ears of the lowly inhabitants of the planet. Panic ensued, the streets erupted in violence and theft. Lord Prosect was arrested and thrown in prison under the charge of aggravated assault upon the ears and minds.
It was here he stewed for years, cursing the unknown name of the thief who had ruined him.
What happened between that fateful taping, the chaos that followed, and his despicable attacks over 3,000 years later are of some debate. His rise to power was unexpected and swift, but it is clear that his love of music doomed him from the start, fueling his quest to eliminate all beats in the universe and perhaps, among the rubble, find his creation…
Side A
Incoming Transmission
Overlord
Side B
I’m Not Such A Bad Guy