90.3 THE ROCK PRESENTS Reverend Horton Heat
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tickets: $20 advance/ $22 door, $3 surcharge if under 21
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18 & Up
Doors open at 7 p.m.
About Reverend Horton Heat:
Reverend Horton Heat has won a cult following around the world these past 20+ years with a nearly endless touring ethic and musical style that's equally as rooted in tradition as it is in breaking it. He's one of the lynchpins of the neoroots movement and responsible for moving the genre forward and garnering it a whole new generation of fans. Mix that with a mythic stage presence and you've got a live act that turns rock clubs into psychobilly tent revivals across the country 300 days a year.
Heath, who personally loves good old, mid-20th century country music, cautions that the new record, Laughin' & Cryin' With the Reverend Horton Heat, was not born out of a desire to introduce his audience to a new set of influences-it's just meant to have a little fun. Besides, he warns, his next record may just be a set of "avant-garde versions of Swahili folk songs done on homemade instruments."
The Legendary Shack Shakers:
Having toured both the U.S and Europe relentlessly for the past two years, the word of mouth on the live Shack Shakers experience is so strong that it reached the likes of Robert Plant, who made it a priority to see them at the 2005 SXSW Music Festival in Austin, TX. One performance was all it took for Plant to join the converted. After seeing the band's show at SXSW, Plant invited the Shack*Shakers to support him on his recent European tour, which kicked off in Paris, France on November 9th. "It's F***ing Great," said Robert Plant on the Legendary Shack Shakers.
"We try to tap into basic primal instincts," said Wilkes. "Rock 'n' roll is a cathartic release. Anything that doesn't realize that bestial nature isn't rock 'n' roll."
Split Lip Rayfield:
Bluegrass worthy of being blasted out of the windows of a Plymouth Barracuda with 451 Hemi engine. Metal and jazz like freakouts done acoustically. Arising out of the ashes of Scroat Belly, the Lip's live shows were the stuff of legend. They whipped crowds into a sweaty frenzy—Jeff hunched over his homemade, gas-tank bass "The Stitchgiver," Kirk breaking guitar strings by the dozen and changing them fast enough to ensure himself a place on any NASCAR pit crew, Wayne scorching his fire-proofed mandolin, and Eric, looking the part of a Civil War re-enactor, doing things to a banjo that Eddie Van Halen wishes he’d thought of.
Split Lip's playing was fast, manic, insanely complex and utterly unique. They happily and improbably took the spirit and musical inventiveness of the Stanley Brothers, John Zorn, hell, even Rush, and came up with something definitively SPLIT LIP RAYFIELD. There will never be another band or sound like them. There couldn't be. Like so many ground breaking and insanely original bands before them, it may take the world another 25 years to catch on. Our loss.
Sadly, because their shows were so good, they never got the credit they deserved for their songwriting—time honored themes of bad cars, bad jobs, bad women, loss and longing, taken off the dusty shelves of the old-timey circuit and updated to make sense for those who don’t have shitty farming or mining jobs, but do have shitty jobs at Wal-Mart or Home Depot. They’ve got four part harmonies and wear their big hearts on their greasy sleeves. They were as adept at writing stunningly honest and heartfelt songs about love lost as they were anthems that would have you beating along with your fist on the dashboard. You will be surprised at how good they are.