Loaded guns, space heaters, and big skies. Welcome to the lethal littered landscape of Jim Heath’s imagination. True to his high evangelical calling, Jim is a Revelator,  both revealing & reinterpreting the country-blues-rock roots of Ameri can music. He’s a time-travelling space-cowboy on a endless inter stellar musical tour, and we are all the richer & “psychobillier” forgetting to tag along. Seeing REVEREND HORTON HEAT live is a transformative ex perience. Flames come off the gui tars. Heat singes your skin. There’s nothing like the primal tribal rock & roll transfiguration of a Rever end Horton Heat show. Jim becomes a slicked-back 1950′s rock & roll shaman channeling Screamin’ Jay Hawkins through Buddy Holly, while Jimbo incinerates the Stand-Up Bass. And then there are the “Heatettes”. Those foxy rockabilly chicks dressed in poodle-skirts and cowboy boots slamming the night away. It’s like being magically transported into a Teen Exploita tion picture from the 1950′s that’s currently taking place in the future.  Listening to the REVEREND HOR TON HEAT is tantamount to injecting pure musical nitrous into the hot-rod engine of your heart. The Reverend’s commandants are simple. ROCK HARD, DRIVE FAST, AND LIVE TRUE. And no band on this, or any other, planet rocks harder, drives faster, or lives truer than the Reverend Horton Heat. These “itinerant preachers” actually practice what they preach. They live their lives by the Gospel of Rock & Roll. From the High-Octane Spaghetti-Western Wall of Sound in “Big Sky” — to the dark driving frenetic paranoia of “400 Bucks” – to the brain-melting Western Psyche delic Garage purity of “Psychobilly Freakout” — The Rev’s music is the perfect soundtrack to the Drive-In Movie of your life.