The Reverend Horton Heat
may have started out as the loudest and wildest
rockabilly
act in all creation, but with the passage of time, guitarist
Jim Heath
and his rhythm section have mellowed quite a bit (particularly from
It's Martini Time
onward), and compared to their early work for
Sub Pop
,
Laughin' & Cryin' with the Reverend Horton Heat
sounds downright placid. Part of this boils down to thematic issues -- with two songs about Texas, another about how intellectuals don't get people from the South or West, and one that actually gripes about how weird death metal guys are,
Laughin' & Cryin'
leaves a certain amount to be desired in terms of imagination and originality, and even when
Heath
comes up with a witty idea (comparing a busted romance to the Hindenburg on
"Aw, The Humanity"
or explaining why the Good Lord isn't likely to help you at the blackjack table in
"Oh God/ Doesn't Work in Vegas"
), the execution doesn't have quite the juice that would solidly bring it across.
's guitar work is still fluid and lively, but the melodies lack the energy and hot-rodded power he used to summon with ease, and bassist
Jimbo Wallace
and drummer
Paul Simmons
don't appear to be pushing him with any real conviction, though they keep time just fine. A shortage of speed and punch isn't the only major problem by a long shot --
's
Rev. Organdrum
side project was devoted to
jazz
and
blues
-based material that dialed down the tempo but sounded fresher and more engaged than most of the stuff on
, which instead plays like the work of an act with talent to spare but not much in the way of new ideas or inspiration. The execution is skillful enough that
can get by on the impressive chops of the players, but anyone who spent much time listening to this trio in their heyday (or even as far back as 2004's
Revival
) can't help but feel a bit let down by this album. ~ Mark Deming