Serviceable Villain was born in a poor moorland farming village alongside a family of goats, in what is now commonly known as “America”. As a boy he was made to watch the sheep mate and, as a result, suffered from extreme bouts of flatulence. At the age of 12 he was sent to live with an uncle in Copenhagen who ran a halfway house for reformed prostitutes, where he began to hone his skills as a grandmaster of extreme sexual frustration. Upon his return, he enlisted in the Army of the Disenchanted and came under the tutelage of General Malaise, a soldier in the War On Vigor and major proponent of the Theory of Uselessness, who taught him advanced productivity-fighting techniques and negative/passive feedback research campaign, um, thingys. This training provided the foundation for Serviceable Villain’s future as a purveyor of pointless pursuits, not the least of which is his music, which the rock press has called “frighteningly inane”, “laughably trivial”, “fucking retarded” and “good”. Currently, Serviceable Villain is working on several projects, including a children’s book about STDs, a screenplay about a gang of thumb thieves, and music for something that he has only identified as “bringing the rectal hemorrhage, fuhreeka”.