here are bars in towns like Arlington, Nebraska or Florence, Montana where Revel are worshipped like Aerosmith. The arrival of their rusted van incites teenage girls to skip afternoon class to meet the members as they haul their gear into the venue. That night, mothers, fathers, and children alike saunter down to Brownie’s and shake their various denim parts to hits like “Jose” and “My Head”. A deadbeat dad shoots pool while “Another Mistake” of his own tries to get his willy wet inside a fifteen year old outside. This land, these shanty shit holes, are where Revel reign.
by Aaron Shipp