Before Friday night's concert at Lee's Palace I was trying to figure out how many times I've seen psychobilly veterans Reverend Horton Heat in concert. The nearest I can figure is that this gig would be either the 8th or 9th run. Judging from the audience of greasers and aging rockers, there weren't too many rookies on hand on this night.
The only dud amongst those shows was the Rev's last stop in T.O. at The Phoenix in 2010. That night he appeared uncharacteristically distracted and/or disinterested. There would be no such let down on this night though.
Without a new album to plug on this tour, the Texas trio took a different tact in constructing their set. As the group celebrates their 25th year together, they decided to play a selection of songs from each of their nine studio albums.
Knowing their audience, the band reached deep into the catalogue and dusted off album tracks that we haven't heard live in a while. It was refreshing to hear nearly-forgotten gems like "Nuture My Pig!", "Cruisin' For a Bruisin'", and the stellar mellow "Crooked Cigarette".
Of course, you can't avoid the crowd favorites forever. To that end the Rev ensured the crowd was sent home happy with renditions of live staples including "400 Bucks", "Big Red Rocket of Love/Folsom Prison Blues", "Bales Of Cocaine", "Where In the Hell Did You Go With My Toothbrush?", and "Psychobilly Freakout".
The band's moves and tricks could use some updating, but when you have classic spots like surfing on the upright bass or the cross-fretting/cross-strum, it's hard to retire them.
Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band lead off the double-Rev bill. It was my first real exposure to the group, for whom 'big' refers to girth rather than number of members, and it left me with a middling feelings.
The energy level was high, as was the quality of the playing. There were some entertaining theatrics and interactions involving the band's 'bass player' aka Peyton's thumb. That made it easy to overlook the more contrived banter moment (a couple of which were lifted nearly line-for-line from Eddie Spaghetti's schtick).
Where the group fell down for me was in the songwriting. Most cuts consisted of little more than a chorus repeated ad nauseum. I can't remember the last time I ran across a musician more verse averse. I'm definitely in the minority though, as the crowd seemed to sop it up.
It wasn't the best Reverend Horton Heat show that I've seen, but it was good to confirm that the last time out was just a hiccup. The Rev is still an almost-guaranteed great night out.
7.5/10
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