Reverend Horton Heat

Hot damn if the Reverend Horton Heat didn’t lay down some wide-open guitar licks in his day. The good Rev has slowed with age, and on his first new album in five years it’s obvious that he’s more content observing from his La-Z-Boy than a bar stool—a fact he addresses on “Beer Holder,” an ode to growing beer guts. The closest the trio comes to the open-throttle sound of their early days is the gambler’s lament “Oh God! Doesn’t Work in Vegas.” It’s a counter to the country blues of “Just Let Me Hold My Paycheck,” where the Rev whines about his wife’s spending and croons, “My days of wheeling and dealing are gone, I have to admit.” Even the Rev isn’t recession-proof.

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