What if you took Steve Vai, King Crimson, Frank Zappa, old Genesis, Mahavishnu Orchestra, Nirvana, Black Sabbath and Kelly Clarkson, rolled them into a joint, smoked them and then did a shot of Patron??? You'd KINDA get the Alien, but then again, nobody gets the Alien, he's too f***ed up... Uranus is a crazy place... 
     The first Alien Mike E.T., The Furious Guitar was recorded for one reason only... To rearrange the status quo landscape of the last decade of rock and roll. "I am fucking bored to fucking tears by today's bands," is a Mike E.T. quote. Michael Trapp (a.k.a. Mike E.T., a.k.a. Captain Freak, a.k.a The Alien) came to this planet in the year of our lord 2004 from the planet Uranus (hee hee, he said Your Anus!) to write and record the semi-literate yet nonsensical Furious Guitar CD. An overblown, overplayed, too many notes monstrosity of mind numbing proportions The Alien recorded a bloated work of such pomposity even George Bush thinks it sucks. And believe me, when George Bush thinks something sucks, it must really suck! OKOK,  no more political commentary, just listen to the silky, scintillating, seductive, suicidal, sonorous, sweaty strains (these are words with an S this time!) of the Furious Guitar and let the guitar mastery of the Alien brainwash you into thinking that American Idol is a worthwhile and highly entertaining show. Even Simon Cowell enjoys an Alien tune now and again so America, sit back with a bottle of Jack Daniels, a spliff the size of Texas and just fucking enjoy the music... 
     In 2011, The Alien came back to Planet Earth for a moment to record his next CD, Psychobabble, an album of guitar madness and excess of the highest order. A psychedelic yet hard rocking CD of gigantic complexity. Once again The Alien channeled all his influences, including everything from Vai to old Genesis and Yes, to Porcupine Tree to Bartok, to The Beatles to Led Zeppelin and Jeff Beck as if he just inserted all his old records into is Alien iPod (a device that actually feeds off the music fed into it). Just listen to the silky, scintillating, seductive, suicidal, sonorous, sweaty strains of music and let your brain cells melt.