For the benefit of puck There was a lot of this last night:

And what a night it was. The aural onslaught that is Fantomas was witnessed and it made me very happy.

*sighs, then starts jumping around on the spot screaming a lot*

In a mildly antagonistic way at work yesterday I played a colleague who quite likes sting a few bars. She replied “that’s just stupid, I could just scream a lot and record it too.” The thing about Fantomas is that I whole heartedly accept that they are far from everyone’s “cup of tea”. But fuck they’re talented. They were so tight last night. Not a bum note in the disjointedness.

Mike Patton remains the love of my life. He took on an almost James Brown conducting style (ie conducting with his dance moves).

Yep, words defy what I experienced. That said the closest description I found is cartoon-thrash.

I worship the ground you walk on Mike Patton et al.