on Mondo Cane

Mike Patton and the Metropole Orchestra interpret italian pop songs from the 1950’s and 60’s. first i was like O_o, then i gasped. unbelievable. absolutely unbelievable!
first of all, the trumpet player’s name is Roy Paci. and to describe him, i can only use the word “unbelievable” once more, or i’ll just let Patton do the talking: “every band needs a Sicilian, and we’ve got the best”.
also, Mondo Cane might just be Mike Patton at his all time best. to me it definitely is, though others might argue it’s the project to compensate his midlife crisis. seeing him in the middle of this huge orchestra, seeing this incredibly pleased smile cross his face from time to time, it becomes obvious that this is nothing less but a dream come true for him.
by far my favourite song would be Urlo Negro. it’s perfection. it shows in a very impressive way that you can only appreciate harmony knowing disharmony and vice versa, as it meanders between manic screams and apparent chaos during the verses and an incredibly catchy chorus that makes you want to clap your hands and shake your arse. in short, something that the average Mike Patton fan should be more than vaguely familiar with.
there’s one thing that sucks giant droopy, hairy monkey testicles though: i don’t speak Italian. this sucks for 3 reasons: 1 – i can’t sing along. 2 – when a Mondo Cane song is stuck in my head i’m reduced to humming, and 3 – the lyrics sound entirely like a very, very long pizza order to me.
on a side note: is it really very bad that every time i watch him making all those weird sounds – be it with Mondo Cane, Mr. Bungle, solo… you name it – i want him very badly to… (coughs)… perform an act of oral love upon me? whatta man, whatta man…