Iggy Pop (l) and Josh Homme Credit: photo by Gary Miller

Michigan’s most famous Osterberg made his SXSW debut 20 years ago with a free show at the corner of Sixth Street & Brazos.

It was a raucous affair centered on sheer proto-punk intensity. His grotesque preening, shirtless stage dives, and smashed microphones etched deeper divots in the temporal lobe than the music itself. And why not? Nobody has ever done that so well for so long.

Iggy Pop (l) and Josh Homme Credit: photo by Gary Miller

Even though he steered completely clear of the Stooges, Wednesday night’s two-hour SXSW showcase at ACL Live at the Moody Theater was far and away the more compelling article. Once you’ve washed off the blood and peanut butter, the essence of Iggy Pop’s artistry is articulating complex, uncouth feelings in plain street language. As bandleader, Queens of the Stone Age headmaster Josh Homme pulled this Berlin dimension of Pop’s aesthetic into the spotlight again with full-throated arrangements of new songs from Post Pop Depression, a sensible portion of hits, and some unusual suspects from the catalog.

Arctic Monkeys drummer Matt Helders kicked off the show with his best Hunt Sales impression on “Lust for Life.” Pop bounded onstage in a flail of appendages, wearing a suit jacket like the rest of the band, only with no shirt. David Bowie/Carlos Alomar co-write “Sister Midnight” followed, charting a course toward darker musical drama from the Bowie/Pop canon like “Tonight” and pre-encore closer “China Girl.” Despite the focus on vocal nuance, the 68-year-old, Medicare-eligible Pop still executed a textbook stage dive during “Funtime.”

The encore featured a blistering “Repo Man,” along with “Gardenia” and “Paraguay” from the new album. More a Howard Beale rant than song, the latter found him wishing aloud for a respite from information and humanity along with a compound staffed by loving servants. At song’s end, Pop smiled and said he didn’t intend it as a “personal statement.”

Closing with a rousing take on “Here Comes Success” from Lust for Life, he garnered a standing ovation and basked in it longer than someone who didn’t truly appreciate it would have.

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Greg Beets was born in Lubbock on the day Richard Nixon was elected president. He has covered music for the Chronicle since 1992, writing about everyone from Roky Erickson to Yanni. Beets has also written for Billboard,Uncut, Blurt, Elmore, and Pop Culture Press. Before his digestive tract cried uncle, he co-published Hey! Hey! Buffet!, an award-winning fanzine about all-you-can-eat buffets.