Houston proto-metal misfits Josefus make a rare trip to Chicago

I’ve never been to Houston, but I imagine it to be a place where the humidity is so omnipresent it can seep into your bones, cloud your vision, and permeate your art. Granted, my impression is informed by the languid thump of DJ Screw’s productions, the soupy drawl of the city’s prewar blues recordings, and the broiled, psych-dusted melodies of Josefus.…