One of the most memorable shows I've seen in Houston thus far was Puscifer, the band that does for lascivious alternative electro-rock what Maynard James Keenan's other band Tool does for progressive metal.
When Puscifer played Jones Hall in November 2009, I was expecting something like the grind-y songs on the band's 2007 album "V" Is for Vagina, but instead got something like a perverted Grand Ole Opry, propagating every tired flyover-country stereotype deep in the heart of Texas. For a guy who owns his own brand of wine, he has got some kind of wicked white-trash fetish.
"Maybe Keenan figured all the crackers down in Houston town would think Circle Jerks jokes told in a cornpone twang, cracks about "country boners" and an entire song that was nothing but he and [female vocalist] Hildy trading lines about fucking practically the entire Country Music Hall of Fame were high-larious, and we'd all laugh our Urban Cowboy asses off," I wrote.
So later it turned out to be a big joke, and Puscifer played a much more Pusciferesque second set. But I didn't stick around for that -- they had already wasted enough of my time.
When I found out later that Puscifer came back out, I was a little embarrassed. Had I known they were going to play two sets, I probably would have stuck around through the rest. I'm sorry, but the first one was pretty bad.
But not knowing another set was coming, I could not get out of there fast enough. I still don't regret walking out. It's too bad the commenting system we use on the blogs has changed since then, because it made for some very interesting reading.
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This morning Puscifer announced a three-week tour that starts at the Bonnaroo festival June 9 and stops by the Bayou Music Center June 27. I had a flashback to that night in 2009 when I saw the cover of Puscifer's new album, Conditions of My Parole, but the music turns out to be as dark and twisted as a good Puscifer album should be. Not a steel guitar in sight.
So no hard feelings, Maynard. See you in June.