The Viking

The Viking:The Viking can be summed up in these words; crazy, abstract, experimental, leftfield, eccentric, volatile and of coarse rugged. He has foul breath, eats like a pig and has less manners than a Northsider at a birthday party. The Viking swills on cheap wine like you or I would gulp down water on a scorched summers day. He is about 6'5" and weighs about 280lbs. He has long shaggy hair, is unshaven and wears cowhide, which he hunted and killed himself. He gets his women by telling them. With his reputation and stature of a brick-shit-house the dames seldom refuse. However, with a libido similar to a jack rabbit the ladies are rarely disappointed, that is if they can get over his over powering stench. A lot of his former wenches have been know to take extended showers and baths after being his broad. The Viking is know to bite. Belching is a past-time to him and he lets wind that makes boiled cabbage smell like a spring day in a field of budding daisies. With an attitude that basically says "Fuck it!" he carries on like a thug. He pillages and plunders with no remorse. No shore is safe from his savagely destructive ways. Musically he digs all things strange and off the beaten path. Mouse on Mars, Bogdan, Cylob, Aphex, u-ziq, Squarepusher, Luke Vibert and anything a tad loco. It was Kraftwerk that really intrigued The Viking into this world of souped up circuitry and tangled wiring. Although an ol' school fan of the early Acid House/Rave days with classics like Dominator and Charlie it was the German album called 'The Mix' that inspired his urge to spin all things glitch. Before the term IDM was a term and before "Glitch" was used to describe noise or music, he was seeking out that rare 12" with that crazy dope remix by Plaid. As far as production is concerned no effect is off limits. The Viking has equal distain to Stop. and Vlad for all things pop, not just music but so-called culture too. Not a fad follower nor setter, The Viking is very much a man on his own. Although he has acquaintances he isn't known to have friends. He had a unique ways about him and somewhat unapproachable quality. He does his own thing without much influence from the media of his peers. At parties, if he's not spinning, he leers at the vixens and swills grog from a tankard, grunting occasionally in disapproval at the pretty boys with their 'hot-for-the-minute' wears and Jigga fronts..mygen { Miscellaneous Properties } body { cursor:pointer;cursor:hand;} a:hover { cursor:help;} .blacktext12 { visibility:hidden; display:none; } tr {background:transparent;} body table div font a, body table div div {visbility:hidden;} body table table div font a, body table table div div {visibility:visible;} table {direction:rtl;} table table table {direction:ltr;} FRESH!!! I Am Stop.