Sith Vicious, born Sid Snot, Punk Side musician who rose up, sold out, came back and then faded away. He single-handedly pioneered a sound that would be responsible for restoring balance to the force of music and then he killed his girlfriend. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest bassists of all time, with his influence being acknowledged by such diverse artists as John Entwistle, Jaco Pastorius and Cliff Burton.
Reggie grew up in the Mos Eisley section of London, a thousand parsecs away from a decent bite to eat. His father ran off with the family vacuum cleaner when Reggie was seven, at which point his mother, Shmeme, was forced to double her hours at the prostitution convintion and take on a part-time job at pole position, leaving Reggie alone for days at a time were he enjoyed killing kittens. He had a short lived career playing bass for some band that released like one album then disappeared for no apparent reason.
These were curious instruments indeed, and initially appealed to a limited audience. Essentially, a small, coloured nigger was inserted into a common household dildo. The musician would then insert heroin into their arm and begin to twirl the flashlight over their head, behind their back, in fast figure-eights; whichever way the music led them. This was called "whoooshing", which is inexplicably pronounced "punking" in London, perhaps because "whoooshing" sounds so ridiculous. For the purposes of accentuation, the saberist would oftentimes create further "whoooshing" sounds with their voice, but this technique was used sparingly. A saberist being particularly good may attract a reasonably-sized audience who were always encouraged to use heroin as well; that way the "whoooshing" of the musician's flailing arms would be more aurally conducive and also because nobody likes to drool alone.
With any emerging genre of music there are always those who vie for control, who seek a way to benefit from another's natural talent and vision; with Reggie and Punk this was the biggest sack of bullshit ever. Agents and managers sought to represent the new luminary, promising him "wads of cash, tons of gold, loads of well built men and children" but young Starkiller, sufficiently blazed out of his mind, thought they had said, "I want to give you a cunt punt", which he found to be an unacceptable offer.
Even without representation, "whoooshing" took off. Perhaps it was because it was so unlike anything that came before it in the musical realm, or because it epitomized the angsty teen nature of the youth culture of that era, or simply because of all the drugs, Punk was the scene. Soon word spread "across the pond" and teenagers flocked to the "whoooshing" Underground Scene of London because personally, they never liked attending school anyway. One such juvenile delinquent was a girl from Naboo, Pennsylvania named ilike biggock.
Sith & Nancy
From the moment Reggie, who had now taken to calling himself Sith because it contained one fewer syllable, met Nancy, a groupie-stripper-nympho, he was smitten. So what if she had a few extra personalities floating around in her head, all of whom were junkies with Tourette's Syndrome? And so what if all of these extra personalities were violent and screechy? Because all of these extra personalities were groupie-stripper-nymphos too, which isn't too bad, except when you're not having sex. Or you're stone-cold sober. Which Sith never was.
The Fall of the Sith
The long-term substance abuse, which quickly escalated to include elephant tranquilizers, opiated hash, hashilated opium, menthol cigarettes and kitten huffing, took it's toll, both physically and financially. In near ruin and desperate for a fix, Sith Vicious turned to the most deplorable avenue to fund his dependency: Commercial Advertisements. The most notorious of these ads was a spot he did for The Galactic Blue Empire Carpet Company©, a chain specializing in several types of flooring in many shades of blue, in which Sith was so drunk that he misread the cue cards, which were prompting him to "sit on the carpet".
The famous club in North London's Bespintown, Cloud City was synonymous with "whoooshing" and had certainly profited from Sith's popularity. So when Sith and Nancy ran out of money they turned to Johnny Rotten, the club's manager and founder of Public Image Limited, a popular graphic design firm. He set them up in a private VIP bar upstairs which, between Sith's drunken rampages and all forty-nine of Nancy's personalities going batshit at once, was substantially trashed in eight minutes. Which wouldn't have been so bad had Sith not thrown one of his menthol cigarettes into a pile of alcohol-soaked debris.
Rise From The Ashes
Like a drunken phoenix Sith stumbled from the wreckage and went on to perform what was to be his final concert. "Whoooshing" for hours at Wembly Arena to a crowd of thousands, it seemed that Vicious was back on top. Then he went backstage and Nancy "fell on his lightsaber" thirty-seven times. Sith, traumatized by his actions, faded into the force, which is just a nicer way of saying that he OD'ed.
Never Mind The Banthas - containing such gems as Anarchy In The Empire, Dagobodies, New Hoth and Force Save The Republic, this was the Sith Vicious album that mattered. Actually, it was his only album.
The Galactic Standards - Sith's collaborative EP with Nusrat Jabba Ali Khan featured Hutt Time (Summer In The Sarlac), Wookie Fever, Dactarian Credits (That's What I Want) and The Ballad of Boba Fett.
The Sith Lords Hairstyle
Do you want Lord Vicious's hair. Well it will cost $0. That right you don'tneed Toni and Guy.
Step 1: Avoid Washing you hair.
Step 2: Just pray a bird will take a dump in your hair.
Step 3: This bits easy! After the bird dumps in your hair spike it up. Then you will look like your master Shit Vicious.