Porno For Pyros Live
Moore Theater, Seattle, 6/14/96
by S. Duda
(First appeared in The Rocket Magazine, 6/26/96)
In vino veritas. In wine there is truth. From my seat, it looked like
Perry Farrell, well into a bottle of Andrew Will (probably merlot),
was ready to really testify. Farrell attacked the stuff with gusto,
swigging right from the bottle. Like most people, I had no idea
what to expect from Porno For Pyros (I don't even consider
myself a fan), but I took the guzzling to be a good sign. It was.
Farrell will always be remembered for grafting arty vines onto the
sturdy trunk of Led Zep grooves in Jane's Addiction. His Porno
For Pyros moves have stepped away from the slam and glam and
toward a more hazy psychedelia, but when a robed and hooded
Mike Watt stepped on stage to play bass, anything Farrell had in
store suddenly became that much more interesting.
Interesting it was. Farrell, guitarist Peter DiStefano, drummer
Stephen Perkins, and a backup singer did more than just play,
they put on a bona fide show. The Moore is a terrific place to see
a concert, but PFP's mastery of the stage was artistic. The staging,
lights, and mood were a perfect fit with songs that were pretty,
floating, sharp, and focused.
It didn't hurt that both band and crowd (packed) were in terrific
moods. Farrell was chatting it up and seemed to be having a great
time. The band stuck to PFP material, which seemed, judging from
its stellar presentation, a rather dignified decision. After a
medium-length set, they walked off for a brief intermission and
returned to play a short, shimmering, acoustic set. Here's more Latin to swallow: veni, vidi, vici. Came, saw, conquered.
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