Like many others with rad taste in music, I find myself in some kind of vortex of artistic awe
when it comes to Puscifer. In case you've been under a proverbial rock somewhere listening to Nickelback, Creed, or some other "band" that regurgitates the same generic, shitty sounds and 15 year old boy lyrics - let me fill you in. Puscifer is a rotating cavalry of musicians that centers around Maynard James Keenan. If you haven't heard of Tool or A Perfect Circle....we definitely need to talk. Let me know and I shall cover these in detail within later posts.
when it comes to Puscifer. In case you've been under a proverbial rock somewhere listening to Nickelback, Creed, or some other "band" that regurgitates the same generic, shitty sounds and 15 year old boy lyrics - let me fill you in. Puscifer is a rotating cavalry of musicians that centers around Maynard James Keenan. If you haven't heard of Tool or A Perfect Circle....we definitely need to talk. Let me know and I shall cover these in detail within later posts.
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I've been a fan of Keenan's for many moons and have never been able to catch a Tool or APC show, so I'm ultra psyched to see Puscifer in December. From what I've digested through the albums, videos, interviews, internet info, etc, I'm expecting a cornucopia of art and performance mediums. Not only is Maynard not giving in to record companies, over-merchandising, and the all evil "mainstream"; but I feel like he's really ushering in a new style of collective artistic performance. Think vignettes,
comedy, cabaret, videos, costumes, thought
provoking ideas/suggestions....oh yeah, and some balls to the wall, kickass music from the desert wine country of Arizona.
The new album "Conditions of my Parole" is an experimental blend of Maynard's unmistakably unique voice (that is just as hauntingly beautiful as it was in 1990), and crashing, addictive percussion and guitar melodies.
There's something nostalgic and simultaneously new about songs like "Telling Ghosts" and "Green Valley", and honestly, the whole fuckin' album. It's emotional, it's chaotic, it's gorgeous, it's creepy, it's fearful, and it's brave. There's grit and sweat in the songs, and they're infused with an intoxicating, audible elixir not unlike the effects of excellent wine.
Tracks like "Tiny Monsters" harbor trance-like industrial rhythms with hypnotic vocals lifting you up through the vortex I mentioned earlier.
Self-expression is the ultimate high. Everybody wants to be unique, and yet almost everyone's the same due to pop culture, fads, and such. We are obviously much more complicated human beings than Facebook and Pinterest can showcase, and we all know that the majority of the time when people meet us, they meet our representatives -our general, public exterior that we perceive as what society deems "normal". We eventually reveal our true faces to a portion of people, but even then, there will always be a gap between what interchanges between the two of you, and what swims inside your head at 2AM, or 4PM, or every minute of every day.
So, well done, Puscifer. I can't wait for the experience in December!
Yay for artistic expression!
