• September 26, 2005
  • Posted by Marc

Moniker Stories: Part V



href="http://www.dalekart.com">Dalek:

“When I first started
writing..i had a bit of a problem finding something that worked for me….i ran
through a good half dozen names before landing on Dalek…first and foremost I
was looking for letter combos that I liked,
so that is part of what led me
to it. It worked out lovely that I was at a misanthropic place in my life and
couldn’t have wanted anything more then the eradication of the human race… So
obviously the Daleks from Dr.Who. (Which is a lo-budg British sci-fi program)
and their single minded drive to exterminate fit right into my ethos of the
time. Fortunately I am in a much better head space these days.. Although it
would still be nice to rid the world of morons…”


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href="http://www.mysteriousal.com/">MYSTERIOUS AL:

“I got my name
through my past involvement in the UK black metal scene. It’s another chapter of
my past that I’ve since tried to put behind me (along with my highly prolific
rap career). Years ago, I formed an Extreme noise death core band: “Tempest of
Skulls”. There were four original members “Lord Black Behemoth the totally evil
bastard”, “Count Evil Death Sinner from Hell”, “Evil Satanic Death King” And me,
Mysterious Al.

For years we lived a life of misery and sadness…
Spreading evil and hate through our music.

It was a strange time of
my life. Regular sacrificial slaughters, brain-eating parties, church burnings,
witchcraft, blood drinking, branding, torture… One time I dug up my mums old
cat and wore it’s skeleton like a hat.

But then, after a few short
years and multiple albums - I got thrown out of the band.

Lord Black
Behemoth said that my name wasn’t scary or elaborate enough. So I was out. That
was it. Over.

I turned my back on the Black Metal scene, and took to
drawing stupid monsters on toilet walls instead.”

href="http://www.cuminthestreets.com/">CUM*:

“Because the word
‘Cum’ is so dominant in the sex industry (especially on the internet), it was an
easy choice for us to take on this name. We thought it would fit perfectly with
our imagery and the message we wanted to send out. We also realized that when
you cut out the letters C,U, M as a stencil you don’t have any parts that fall
out. Including a star and using a specific font makes it recognizable like a
logo.”


href="http://www.mediumphobic.com/"> MEDIUM:

“The name medium
came in a pretty stupid way, I used to work at an arcade as a janitor when I
started to get into street art. I was in the change room, and was telling
another kid that worked there that I needed a new name, I was using Reject as
the time, but didn’t really like it. He looked at a napkin that had the name of
the arcade on it, it was called Playdium, and said to call myself medium, I
guess it came to mind because it sounds like Playdium. I told him I thought it
was a stupid name, and didn’t think about it again for a while…

A
few months later I started drawing spirits of things, like the spirits of dead
plants leaving gardens, or a fridge spirit emerging from a discarded appliance,
doing lots of paint marker drawings on garbage. It was then that I thought again
of medium, like I was the medium connecting the living world to the spirit
world, and the name stuck. Yup, that’s my story. Everyone thinks its because I’m
medium sized, or use lots of different mediums in my work, or has something to
do with mediocrity but it doesn’t really matter…


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href="http://flu01.com/"> INFLUENZA:

“Influenza / a name as a
title, a promise, expectation. Started as a title for a series of indoor-works
that got out of hand. As people saw it outdoors as a name, I intergrated it as
such. Influenza became constructive vandalism, intervention as therapy. Shock as
anti-dote. Ugly enough to scare the kids, keeping the parasites away, hard to
copy, hard to sell.

Superflue = overdone

“After a while it
started to grow on him, like a playful cancer. The question how contagious his
expressions could be, became his motive. His attempted lack of style (‘everyone
can draw a fuckup fly’), his alibi. Influenza as a gift, an invitation.”

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