I guess they went funk pop. I’m going to need more exposure to see if I like the new style. To be fair, it seems much of the crowd was totally into it.
Donning dark sunglasses and short, spiky hair, Johnny let the strobe light freeze-frame his manic figure as the techno-opera began to wind its twisted tale.
They call this terror tech, and it blends shock culture samples from Ice T, every Tarantino quote ever, and anything else with the word “motherfucker” in it.
A roar. Hyperspeed drumming. Lightning leads. Then the Entombed-esque chop and slash attack comes in with a dramatic burst of speed to break up the chugging.