I’M actually starting to see stuff that I used to see in cartoons about the Great Depression: over at the Lucky’s there was a guy playing violin behind his upside-down hat, and yesterday I saw a woman sniping cigarette butts from the gutter. The shite economy must contribute to the interest in hobo-looking rascals like Rev. Peyton’s outfit: in a world of pale, de-pilatorized fancy-boy ailers, Peyton is a robust Hoosier with a huge black beard. Accompanying him is a bass drummer and the large ‘n’ lovely Washboard Breezy, his spouse. Playing real harsh Chicago, Delta and swamp blues, the Big Damn Band shows you how you can be acoustic and still make a serious racket. The trio played the Van’s Warped Tour, opened for Flogging Molly, and continues to work like the working people they are: three albums, one EP, five years of touring. Highlights: the certainly true story: “Your Cousin’s on Cops.”
REV. PEYTON’S BIG DAMN BAND performs Friday, Jan. 22, at 9pm at the Blank Club, 44 S. Almaden Ave., San Jose. Tickets are $10. (408.29.BLANK)
