REVEREND HORTON HEAT
8 p.m., the Village. $20 adv., $25 d.o.s.
I first heard of the Reverend when a buddy told me that during a Texas stop on the 1992 Lollapalooza tour, Ministry’s Al Jourgensen wandered into a bar and was so awestruck by the performer that, without a word, he approached the stage, leaned over and began grooming Heat’s boots — with his tongue. Whether this is hard fact or hee-haw gossip, the indisputable truth is that for nearly two decades, Texan hell-raiser Jim Heath, known far and wide as Reverend Horton Heat, has been one of the driving forces of boozy psycho-rockabilly. (The title Reverend was bestowed upon him by a Dallas bar owner because, he said, his music was “gospel.”) Eventually, by 1994, Heat found himself laying down tracks in the studio with kindred spirit Jourgensen. Never going out of style, his recognition and appeal continue to grow, thanks to signature country-flavored punkabilly and onstage antics. This has brought him and his band a strikingly diverse fan base, a devoted cult following and the respect of fellow musicians worldwide.