Click the photo for an audio slideshow for Rev.'s set.
Please forgive my brevity, but I just fell asleep for 10 minutes with this computer on my lap and I can't afford to let that happen again. I hear the computer-in-lap consequences are a lot worse than if I bored you to television with a sophisticated report on the day, highlighted by Rev. Peyton's Big Damn Band.
The band in question is the good reverend on guitar and vocals, his wife, Breezy, on washboard, and Jayme on drums. I'd call it minimalism if there wasn't so much going on with the limited instrumentation. And at the very least, the band's raw energy is a slap in the face to overproduction and cheesy stage and studio antics that have dominated rock and roll.
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The intensity behind Rev's eyes tells more of a story than most bands hope to tell with all their fancy machinery, which, unfortunately, too often does not include a washboard.