Regrets? Plenty! That clear vinyl re-press of The Full-Custom Gospel Sounds of the Reverend Horton Heat at Breakaway Records on North Loop last spring practically scrawled my name in Sharpie across the front. Second pull on an introductory Sub Pop trifecta, Jim Heath’s 4/20/93 joint came laced with PCP, turning Lone Star psychobilly as lysergic as producer Gibby Haynes’ Butthole Surfers. Corpus Christi-christened and DFW-souped, the low priest of high-octane guitar exorcisms roars onto South Congress for his annual three-night stand at Harlem’s Cotton – er, Austin’s Continental Club. – Raoul Hernandez
