Alien of Fortune grew out of The Aliens early collaborative efforts in 1983.

At first called Cursed Net, the collaboration was stalled until Paradox formed a few years later, then renamed Assylum (see the myspace pages, in process). The Alien, who obviously had no ability to play anything, wrote and recorded a few songs with no vocals. This recording is now lost since The Alien recorded over it to record the first Alien of Fortune album, epynomously titled. This album was recorded in one day in early summer 83 and contained eight songs. The first song on the album, The Slime Wave, was the first song with lyrics The Alien ever wrote. It was intended to be a dis on all the fucking punks and new wavers, The Alien had recently witnessed growing in popularity in junior high school (he was about to begin his first year in high school at the time of recording). In an ironic twist, The Alien actually became a punk and, arguably, a new waver during his senior year. The song, Shark Watch, is in many ways an expression of The Aliens philosophy. In general, the song relates a man hunted by a shark, with no way out. Just accept your fate, and consume, imbibe, and ingest (no doubt inspired by his father, The Big Alien, as the lyrics, You can fight/But you will loose/So just relax/And drink your booze clearly demonstrates). The Creeper places the listener in the song as someone hired to hunt the fabled creature who scrounges and kills for its delight. He kills it by farting and the villagers who employed him all cheer how sparting (sic)! But then, after learning that the prize is only $1.30, you, the hero, discover that they actually did not want the Creeper to be killed after all. They all spontaneously remember that it was their pet. They hate you now! they exclaim. You killed their pet! Then after a hail of insults, the listener retreats in mocked disgust. Musically, the album is amateurish to the extreme. For example, listen to the recurring guitar solo throughout Pif Song and you will agree. The recording quality of the first album can only accurately be described as shit. The tracks on each channel do create a stereo effect, but since the only instruments are a cheep Gemco electric guitar (doubling as a bass) and a broken plastic harmonica (played with absolutely no regard to pitch and key), the potential for any auditory pleasure is doomed from the first tape-hissed millisecond. The vocals on the album sound like a cross between Getty Lee after being smashed in the genitals with a led pipe and Peter Bradys cut vocals on, When Its Time to Change. Check updates for description of other Alien of Fortune albums.