Reverend Horton Heat | 25 to Life

Yep Roc (2012)
By JULIA R. DESTEFANO  |  August 7, 2012
3.5 3.5 Stars

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With a charismatic frontman like Jim Heath, whose inimitable voice sounds as if it has been soaking in a vat of whiskey, it's not hard to believe the Rev has been going strong for more than two decades. As the undisputed kings of the rockabilly resurgence, psychobilly freakouts, and rollicking, high-octane good times ("It's Martini Time!"), Heath and his compatriots — stand-up slap bass player Jimbo Wallace and drummer Scott Simmons — utilize the sounds of a bygone era as their platform, springboarding into their own infusion of country, punk, and metal. A celebration of the band's accomplishments, 25 to Life is a comprehensive indulgence primarily told through the format of a documentary and fiery live performance DVD, recorded at San Francisco's Fillmore Theater. An audio CD of the show and a "best of" compilation accompany the film, fitting for both first-timers and hardcore fans. Take the driving speedster beat of the sexualized "Big Red Rocket of Love" and the mellower, heartbreakingly comical "Where in the Hell Did You Go with My Toothbrush?" while "Bails of Cocaine" and "Please Don't Take the Baby to the Liquor Store" are good-natured digs at archetypical country-and-western songs. Showcased here is the Reverend's diverse catalogue, a collection that is, without a doubt, a testament to the creative spirit.

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