Whoa. What a night.
Devils and demons lurked every corner of Emo’s, including myself and my friends dressed in our little sexy devil outfits, waiting for “Devils Night Out.” We somehow managed to turn a $6.99 set of devil horns into a free night of some hot-damn! music.
Kicking off the night was mojado punkers armed with an accordion, Piñata Protest. Alvaro Del Norte hit the stage with his black cowboy hat and horned squeezebox, looking like he was about to bust out with some traditional conjunto or tejano. After the first note slapped us in the face, we were all entranced and stunned at the same time. Del Norte sure knows how to finger an accordion, and Matt Cavares lit up his guitar like he was about to set it ablaze. The crowd was dispersed as my friends and I secured a front spot by the stage and as they played “Jackee,” one of my favorites that I had heard on Youtube prior to the show, and it sounded just like some Mexican Drop Kick Murphys.
After that, they had then corralled everyone’s attention. I looked back into the swelling crowd and saw nothing but a sea of horns and fists. The energy level had escalated and I was a newborn believer. Piñata Protest succeeded in spreading their sinful gospel well and primed us for the headliners, the Reverend Horton Heat.
Coming out on to the stage, Reverend Horton Heat (aka Jim Heath) calmly set out onto the stage with a Texas-sized grin and his beautiful shiny signature Gretsch. By then, we had been pushed back farther away, but managed to get back close to see Jimbo Wallace and his fabulous upright bass too. I have always been fascinated by an upright bass and Jimbo is the best.
Singing one of my favorites, “Drinking and Smoking Cigarettes,” the crowd was raging and singing along. I had seen the Rev many a times in the past since the ’90s, but something about tonight was different. It never gets old, and each time seems better than the last.
Already entertaining enough by mid-set, Mr. Wallace had turned his upright sideways and the Rev stood on top of it as he continued to thump it out. Playing all of their oldies but goodies like “Psychobilly Freakout” and “Bales of Cocaine,” Jim Heath never seems to amaze with me with his stage presence and calm stature singing about hard livin’, drugs and psychos. Who better than to play a pre-Halloween party? Kudos to Emo’s. What a great night.