Used to be that the fire out of a tailpipe and the crystalline splatter of broken bottles in the street meant that the Rev was in town and parking his extra long Caddy on your lawn. But hey, everybody gets old. So after some jazz-tinkering side work, Jim Heath and his trusty rhythm section have returned in a Horton of somewhat less Heat, if one still full of satisfying guit-ar-done flavor. Shucks, that’s alright. Hair grease and cuffed jeans will still rule the night. With Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band.
Fri., May 6, 8 p.m., 2011