By Andrew Barber

December 13, 2007. Atlanta, Georgia. A packed house of eager attendees impatiently waits for the evening’s main event: Hip-hop’s resident supervillain, Metal Face DOOM. Af ter hours of repetitive DJ sets, lackluster opening acts and a lot of standing around, a shadowy figure emerges from behind the curtain around 1:30 AM. The masked man takes the stage donning camouflage fatigues and a giant hooded tarp and the crowd erupts in excitement. However, this warm embrace is short-lived as the true DOOM fans in attendance know something is a bit off with the man they ostensibly assume to be Daniel Dumile. Within 20 minutes, the lip-synching performer quietly leaves the scene to an angry mob of fans hurling water bottles and expletives with equal fervor. The events that transpire moments …