Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band sort of have a mean streak. Their hard rockabilly ways may be mighty pleasing to listen to, but the niceness ends there. Just watch "Devils Look Like Angels" -- that song turns a dainty little girl into a flask-drinking, car keys-stealing female version of Chucky! They may call him a reverend, but there's a whole lot of badass evil to this band. And we love every second of it.
Roaring out of the southern Indiana foothills comes Reverend Peytons Big Damn Band playing a brand of Americana and Blues that stands alone Delta blues and hillbilly fervor combine with musical acuity sharp as razor wire best know, this trio is a force to be reckoned with. The growl of a good truck engine, the fiercest passion for his country home and family and an uncanny ability to breathe new life into old forms of music give them a pedigree many Americana acts would kill for and an ironclad work ethic keeps them on the road 250 dates a year, playing for the people with hurricane force. Locked in with an audience, the band create their own community and welcome the crowd into it, transporting them away from their troubles to joyous release, the way great musicians have done for centuries. The Rev. J. Peyton, his wife Breezy and distant cousin Aaron Cuz Persinger are a living breathing embodiment of the traditions and hard work ethic native to their Brown County, Indiana home.