Odedwulf is an alien, though not in any traditional sense. He is no foreigner, as he has no terrestrial place of origin; nor is he some archetype of science fiction. Rather, he is an alien of boundless proportions. Suffering the Big Bang and harvesting music from the sinews of time and space themselves, he has crafted euphonic melodies depicting intangible landscapes stretching from the farthest reaches of infinity to the darkest realms of the human imagination. In this sense, it is arguable as to whether or not music would exist without him. However, the rapture of eternal symphonies can languish any being. An extended hibernation, which began near the dawn of the first day on Earth, has relegated Odedwulf to a mythos. Whispers of his prowess have echoed through the wind for centuries, but all were but a fable until now. Rising from his slumber, Odedwulf has seen the state of affairs in music. His awakening brought to him a revelation of Homeric proportions and the time for a new coup in music's interminable life has begun.