Abe Outsider
02-04-2010, 08:21 AM
Like most concerts, the Reverend Horton Heat show had a slow start, but an explosive finish. But unlike most shows, the sound was worked very well, good and loud, but still very audible.
The opening act was talented, but nothing really big to review, it was the 2nd opening act that really pumped up the crowd. They started off their stage presence with a little fire. The guitarist took an electric saw to a metal crow bar creating a fountain of sparks which the drummer washed is hands in, and the bassist took a drink out off. Truly, Dead Bolt is one of the toughest, hardest bands in the world of Psychobilly and Punk, and the audience ate it up. All of the music was performed very well, along with stage presence. The band used multiple props and gags on stage that made the concert experience more of a show and less of a “recital”.
Dead Bolt got the crowd so pumped that they nearly forgot they the great Reverend Horton Heat was about to perform. When the curtains raised, and the audience was reminded, it became audible that the venue had at that point became packed. The masters of Pyschobilly, rockabilly, punk born and raised from a local band out of Dallas, Texas did not pull any punches. They kept the crowd interested with new songs, as well as old favorites such as “Galaxy 500,” “Five-O-Ford,” and a big crowd pleaser, “I Duct Taped My Baby to the Liquor Store.”
As with any good concert, there was a good mosh pit. It was a constant battle between the all out slam dancers, and the wall of guys protecting the photographer, and anyone else who wanted to get close to the stage with out suffering a major concussion. It was a good ol’ fashion slam pit of Psychobilly death that made the concert not just a concert, but an experience, an adventure, and an all out triumph.
The lights dimmed, and the crowd screamed for an encore. Horton wasn’t hesitant to please, they broke back in with a huge drum solo, followed by a bass solo, and finally the guitar solo, with an introduction for each musician, as well as the announcement that it was Horton’s birthday. Over all, an explosive end to very well the greatest Psychobilly experience Dallas has seen in a long time.
The opening act was talented, but nothing really big to review, it was the 2nd opening act that really pumped up the crowd. They started off their stage presence with a little fire. The guitarist took an electric saw to a metal crow bar creating a fountain of sparks which the drummer washed is hands in, and the bassist took a drink out off. Truly, Dead Bolt is one of the toughest, hardest bands in the world of Psychobilly and Punk, and the audience ate it up. All of the music was performed very well, along with stage presence. The band used multiple props and gags on stage that made the concert experience more of a show and less of a “recital”.
Dead Bolt got the crowd so pumped that they nearly forgot they the great Reverend Horton Heat was about to perform. When the curtains raised, and the audience was reminded, it became audible that the venue had at that point became packed. The masters of Pyschobilly, rockabilly, punk born and raised from a local band out of Dallas, Texas did not pull any punches. They kept the crowd interested with new songs, as well as old favorites such as “Galaxy 500,” “Five-O-Ford,” and a big crowd pleaser, “I Duct Taped My Baby to the Liquor Store.”
As with any good concert, there was a good mosh pit. It was a constant battle between the all out slam dancers, and the wall of guys protecting the photographer, and anyone else who wanted to get close to the stage with out suffering a major concussion. It was a good ol’ fashion slam pit of Psychobilly death that made the concert not just a concert, but an experience, an adventure, and an all out triumph.
The lights dimmed, and the crowd screamed for an encore. Horton wasn’t hesitant to please, they broke back in with a huge drum solo, followed by a bass solo, and finally the guitar solo, with an introduction for each musician, as well as the announcement that it was Horton’s birthday. Over all, an explosive end to very well the greatest Psychobilly experience Dallas has seen in a long time.