Overlord
Type: Giclee Art Print*
Size: 12 inches by 12 inches (30.48cm x 30.48cm)
Material: Deep Matte Photographic
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.
*All prints are made to order and shipped directly to you! This is not a real vinyl album.
Type: Giclee Art Print*
Size: 12 inches by 12 inches (30.48cm x 30.48cm)
Material: Deep Matte Photographic
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.
*All prints are made to order and shipped directly to you! This is not a real vinyl album.
Type: Giclee Art Print*
Size: 12 inches by 12 inches (30.48cm x 30.48cm)
Material: Deep Matte Photographic
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.
*All prints are made to order and shipped directly to you! This is not a real vinyl album.