Like the Supersuckers, Reverend Horton Heat is one of those acts that never falter from their course. Take two parts rockabilly, one quarter cow punk, and one quarter surf, and you've got the not-so-secret formula that's earned the Reverend a dedicated flock since the days of Smoke 'Em If You Got 'Em. Lucky 7 comes six albums later, and it's an effortless roll through the subjects the reverend knows like the back of his hand--booze, babes, and bad reputations (or at least the kind of trouble that'll earn one the latter). Whether Heat is drinking his tequila down to the worm, chasing all the pretty girls, singing the praises of his big blue car, or dedicating multiple sermons to the legendary Jimbo, he's in fine form on Lucky, spiking every track with an equal mix of high-spirited humor and entertaining storytelling. His methodical songwriting style doesn't seem to leave him broke, so it doesn't look like he's fixing it to change it any time soon. For followers of the reverend's skirt-chasing charm, though, 7 is just as lucky as all the rest. --Jennifer Maerz
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