One-word, five-letter album titles, red and gray comic book art from some hellish dystopia, metal guitars and epilepsy-aggravating computerized drums – suddenly I’m 15 again, sneering at all the sheep who consider Marilyn Manson the ultimate in parental annoyance.

Disaffection connoisseurs by the thousands lost an icon in 1999 when KMFDM “Kein Mehrheit f