The crowd at a Primus concert is, for the most part, predictable: A sea of black T-shirts and hoodies washes over the chosen venue, this time the Fillmore Miami Beach, with whiskey or beer in hand and often neon-colored tresses.
Spectators' ages ranged from elementary-school student to late-adulthood grandparent at the show Saturday, Nov. 10.
The band, most-easily labeled a funk-metal trio, turned on the 3-D projector and the amps promptly at 8 p.m. Psychedelic bubbles popped out of a backdrop onstage as bassist Les Claypool led Larry LaLonde on the guitar and Jay Lane on the drums through equally mind-melding dark-rock jams.
From time to time, the more-energetic concergoers moshed in a pit by the stage, while the less-active drifted in an out of the auditorium. In the middle of the roughly four-hour set, a Popeye cartoon played the audience into an interlude.
On its return, the band played longtime Primus classics: "Jilly's On Smack," "Southbound Pachyderm," "Tommy the Cat."
The last of those sent the crowd into a fit of jumps and unsynchronized vocalizing, which may have been fueled by Claypool's mid-set remarks to his followers: "I look out in the audience and people are grinnin' like bastards. Like it's the best time of their lives."
The sentiment seemed to be a consensus, as the standing pit was filled with enthusiastic headbangers and smiles all around.
After a brief break, Primus ended the last set of their 3-D tour with an encore finished by "Jerry Was a Racecar Driver." All along, fans broke into the uncoordinated limb-shakes induced by the backwater bass music that Claypool himself called "greazy" during the show.