The Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band and Reverend Horton Heat played their second night at the Old Rock House last night to a large and energetic crowd of true believers and newcomers alike. At the end of the evening, even the most die-hard had been converted by the country blues and rockabilly gospel spread by these two holy men.
Once upon a time, Reverend Horton Heat's music would have made many Stepford wives lock up their teens from the hip-swivelin' world beyond the high school sock hop.
Last Sunday, the Duck Room at Blueberry Hill hosted a night of top-notch rock & roll with a formidable lineup of what some would consider, certainly the crowd packed into the cavernous Duck room, a couple of musical icons on the bill.
The Party Ain't Over
For her latest album, The Party Ain't Over, Wanda Jackson, the first lady or queen of rockabilly (depending on who you ask), sets out to push her work into the 21st century. To that end, she's enlisted the help of Jack White. White proves a nice complement to Jackson and introduces some much needed rough edges to what could have been an overly polished collection of standard rockabilly fare.
All photos by Kate McDaniel. See more at my Flickr stream.
With dramatic lyrics and soul-bearing vocals, Langhorne Slim delivers a homemade and down-home sound undefinable by one genre.
Once upon a time, country, rock & roll and the blues were more than just musical cousins. The Bible Belt Sinners restore the bloodlines for a rockabilly family reunion.
Rockabilly meets punk meets ska in veteran St. Louis hell raisers Devil Baby Freakshow.
Everett Dean has a flashy smile, a snazzy suit (or 17) and well-coiffed pompadour. But his music is honky tonk stomping rockabilly, the way it was meant to be played -- with a soulful croon and a hot sense of rhythm.