Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band Talks Blood, Whiskey, Motor Oil, and Fishin'
Reverend Peyton is a fishin', huntin', hootin', hollerin' hillbilly from the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains.
He can cut a tree down faster than a forest fire. He can build a cabin in his sleep. He's got more beard than a black bear.
His overalls stay covered in other people's blood, his own homemade whiskey, and an 18-wheeler's worth of motor oil. But what Rev. Peyton does best is rock the jam box. On the guitar, he's a force of nature. And every strum of the axe is a tornado at a razor blade factory.
You can usually find Peyton, his lovely wife, Washboard Breezy, and drummer Bird Dog, roaring off down the highway, headed across America on their never-ending tour.
Averaging 250 shows a year, the Reverend and his Big Damn Band is known the world over for carrying on the spirit of the blues. They've played more bowling alleys, record stores, European festivals, juke joints, bars, clubs, and back alleys than there are fishin' holes in Arkansas.
You might have heard four of their songs on the Showtime original series Shameless or seen their music video for "Devils Look Like Angels" starring a six-year-old girl jackin' fools with a switchblade. You might have caught Between the Ditches, their 2012 album on Side One Dummy Records, or maybe the five albums that came before it. Nerds might have heard them on NPR. Outlaws might have met them in county jail. Sinners could have bumped elbows with them at church on Sunday. But since their first Miami show ever is coming up at Will Call, there's a chance that you've never heard of 'em at all.
Well, listen up, and listen good, because Peyton, Breezy, and Bird Dog are ready for action. We finally caught up with the Rev. during a rare break while he was hanging out in his hometown of Bean Blossom, Indiana. There, he's surrounded by hills in the northernmost Cypress Swamp in the U.S.A.
"South Indiana is different from the rest of Indiana," he says. "It's like comparing Miami to Destin. I'm actually south of Kentucky, and on the same latitude as the Virginias."
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