Kat Renz


Noisy melodic fringe meets hip-hop innovation, makes love to old lady

PREVIEW The first time I saw Mike Patton I was 10. It was a sticky July afternoon and here's this long-haired guy on MTV gesticuutf8g and rapping to distorted guitars. It freaked me out — not the lightning-shooting eyeball embedded in his hand or that flopping fish inciting the ire of PETA activists — but the man himself. He inspired a major uh-oh feeling, and my understanding of the universe was eternally compromised.

But that was 1989. Read more »