Jimbo, Aphex Twin is one of the most significant artists of the last 30 years. He is one of the first names to be dropped by anybody remotely interested in electronic music, whichever of the myriad subgenres, niches and cul-de-sacs they have burrowed into, because in many cases he already went there and made himself at home.
Sure, he might have gotten some mainstream attention through the jokey horror techno of 'Come to Daddy' (and its sister video, the hip-hop spoof 'Windowlicker', where his gurning face is instead photoshopped onto bikini-clad models), but it's not the churning metallic stuff (and really, why is someone experimenting with rhythm and sound any less worthy than a guitar solo?) that made his name; it's his gift for melody and fragility, for chunky acid hooks, and for that most elusive signifier of genius: being one's instantly identifiable self in whatever one puts out even when working in so many different fields and styles. How many artists truly manage that?
You can carry on believing that turning on a guitar amp and playing some chords is somehow more "real" or "organic" or that writing a verse-chorus-verse number in 4/4 is a better example of songwriting, but you're really just more attracted to that particular sound
than you are to synth sounds (or whatever Aphex is using now). His ambient pieces might be repetitive - that's kind of the point - but elsewhere he's got a great sense of how to structure and develop a piece, much more than most rock musicians, and his music is bursting with hooks, melody lines and little throwaway tunes.
And there are loads of stupid stories (most of them rumours, embellishments or plain lies) that an old stoner like you would love, Jimbo: he started out by building his own synths and instruments in his adolescent bedroom. He has DJed by just spinning sandpaper on the turntable and spinning a mic in a blender. He writes most of his music via the medium of lucid dreaming. He lives in an old bank vault in the middle of a roundabout. He drives around in a decommissioned tank. He got paid a wedge to do a remix for the Lemonheads, forgot about it, and when they turned up, just gave them a random tape from the nearest table.
Oh, and if you still need convincing, Jimbo, he's into conspiracy theories