Dj Tomahawk
Mike Patton and Duane Denison didn't just decide to start a new band; they started a war on expectation by mailing tapes back and forth while Patton was busy with Fantômas and Denison was cooling off from The Jesus Lizard. This wasn't some polished supergroup project built in a high-end tracking room. It was born out of Denison’s obsessive, angular guitar riffs meeting Patton's multi-track vocal insanity, eventually roping in the absolute powerhouse rhythm section of John Stanier and Kevin Rutmanis. When the self-titled debut hit in 2001 on Ipecac, it felt like a tactical strike against the nu-metal sludge clogging the airwaves, proving you could still make heavy music that was actually clever. By the time they hit the road, they were leaning into the theater of the absurd, often performing in police uniforms just to fuck with the crowd's energy. They’ve always been the smartest guys in the room, but they’ve never been above a crude joke or a massive, crushing riff. While most side projects wither after one album once the novelty wears off, these guys kept showing up every few years to remind everyone that nobody else can swing between cinematic lounge and abrasive noise-rock with this much precision. It’s a discography built on the collective tension of four guys who don't know how to play it safe.
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