The big, bad king of psychobilly is back with a new album and a new
favorite drink, and as one may expect, the quality of this recording is
like an alcohol metaphor. The Reverend's aged, he's smooth as scotch,
burns like Baccardi 151 and still has all of the kick of Jack Daniel's.
But the Reverend has become a little refined. He may be hanging out in
Vegas lounges sipping martini's and listening to swing and big bands, but
the bottom line is that he hasn't lost any of his own fire. He still has
the same sideburns and same attitude, just a different drummer.
The Reverend makes audio recordings of his evening sermons for the truly
devout and those not fortunate enough to witness his miracles in person,
but let it be known that his powers are strongest in a live environment,
where his mere presence invokes revelations and miracles in the faithful.
That being said, let's get on with it.
The Reverend's songs are usually about women, booze or cars, and this
album is no exception. The fiery opener, "Big Bad Rocket of Love"
(obviously about a fast car) immediately reaffirms one's belief in the
gospel of the good Reverend Heath, as they tear through three minutes of
screaming and searing guitar.
While the title track "Martini Time," is actually one of the weaker songs
on the album, the real gems are still there, like the instrumental "Time
to Pray," a righteous and fast paced song hilighting the Reverend's surf
and rockabilly influences. "Now, Right Now," has the same rhythm as the
words do, and is about as repetitive as a song can get, but will probably
still get those mean, slicked back rockabilly guys throwing punches in the
On "Or Is It Just Me?," the Reverend admits that he, too, is human and has
sinned in the past. Tales of lust and betrayal haunted him before he saw
the light and began to spread the Good Word.
It is hard to overlook the growing selection of slow songs in the
Reverend's repertoire, and some older fans may be inclined to shy away
from this album until they hear that one of the songs is a Stray Cats
cover, "Rock This Joint". One lounge song that is good is the closing
track, "That's Showbiz," a swinging little number with an interesting
personal sermon narrated by none other than the Reverend. The good
Reverend shall give and the good Reverend shall take away. His sermon may
change from time to time, but he never strays from his crooked life and
While this album may not tread any new ground for the Reverend, any
followers who are doubting their faith should enliven themselves at one of
His live appearances and you will be born again.