A wonder of the ancient world, The Colossus was constructed out of a single slab of marble and erected over the harbor in Rhodes. Alas, all things mighty must tumble, and the Colossus was mighty indeed. ‘Twas a sad day when Colossus shattered into five pieces and sunk into the ocean.
The floor of the Aegean is a violent place, and the five Colossus fragments took on new forms, the sea washing away old features and granting new ones. Colossus’s head was no longer just a head, but an entire being; the Colossus’s arms appeared to grow bodies and heads of their own.
Then a truely strange thing happened. One day Poseidon was riding in his chariot driven by sea horses, and saw the five Colossus fragments, each now a complete statue of an individual man. “What a great tragedy,” he said to himself “to leave these beautiful statues on the ocean floor to fall into decay.” He raised them out of the water and set them softly onto the shore giving each of the fragments life and special powers. Yet the gods do not grant favors lightly.
The five Mini-Colossoi are slaves to the power of the lord Poseidon, and must do his bidding. He commands us to rock unsuspecting American youth in your bars and houses, drinking your beer and crushing your skulls with thundering beats, baroque polyphony, galloping basses, and soaring vocals, all of which testify the awesome power of the mighty Poseidon.