Reverend Horton Heat

Loaded guns, space heaters, and big skies. Welcome to the lethal littered landscape of Jim Heath’s imagination. True to his high evan- gelical 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” for get- ting 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 be- comes 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 Spaghet- ti-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. Jim Heath & Jimbo Wallace have chewed up more road than the Google Maps drivers. For twenty- five Psychobilly years, they have blazed an indelible, unforgettable, and meteoric trail across the globe with their unique blend of musical virtuosity, legendary showman- ship, and mythic imagery. “Okay it’s time for me to put this loaded gun down, jump in my Five- Oh Ford, and nurture my pig on the outskirts of Houston. I’ll be bring- ing my love whip. See y’all later.” - Carty Talkington Writer/Director Rev your engines and catch the ser- mon on the road as it’s preached by everybody’s favorite Reverend. Don’t forget to keep an eye out for the 11th studio album from REV- EREND HORTON HEAT, boldly ti- tled Rev, due out January 21st.

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The Surfrajettes are a four-piece instrumental combo from Toronto, ON, Canada. Since
forming in late 2015, the band has charmed audiences with their clever mix of psychedelic rockand reverb-drenched surf music, sky-high beehives, go-go boots, and eyeliner as thick as theirguitar strings.

The band achieved viral online notoriety from their home-made performance videos and their
feature by Norman’s Rare Guitars in LA. The debut 45 single “Party Line Toxic” released late2018 on Hi-Tide Recordings to immediate success. The band has toured extensively in its
support, including performances on The Beach Boys Cruise, The Melissa Etheridge Cruise,
at Sea.Hear.Now, Nashville Boogie, Wild O Fest in Mexico City, The New England Shake-
Up!, Surf Guitar 101 Convention, Tiki Oasis & Hi-Tide Summer Holiday: Asbury Park.

The band released the follow up single “Hale’iwa Hustle Banzai Pipeline” in 2020, supported by a festival appearance at Hi-Tide Winter Holiday: Pittsburgh. The group spent the rest of2020 and most of 2021 writing and recording their debut LP “Roller Fink” - in stores worldwide  April 22, 2022 from Hi-Tide Recordings Virgin Music. The album will be available for purchase for the very first time following their performance at the Viva Las Vegas RockabillyWeekend 25 car show.

The Surfrajettes are guitarists Shermy Freeman and Nicole Dam of, bassist Sarah Butler,
and drummer Samantha Maloney. When not on tour, the group is busy woodshedding in their
secret beach hut, sewing new miniskirts, debating vintage gear, and daydreaming about
performing in a Quentin Tarantino movie.