Bansheelike

A veteran of the tough audiences on the black rhythm and blues circuit, Houston wastes no time noodling around on stage; he begins his show from the back of the club, screaming bansheelike saxophone war cries through a cordless microphone and slowly stalking through the crowd in the general direction of the bandstand.

... only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin’ tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell befinned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet ...