In his songwriting process, melody reigns supreme. He works hard to achieve a melody in which the audience can participate. Songs like "Your Cousin's on Cops," "Born Bred, Corn Fed," "Fort Wayne Zoo," and "Mama's Fried Potatoes" are stories in the authentic blues tradition, delivered with a punk aesthetic. And they are true stories: Breezy's cousin was on the show "Cops," and The Rev's cousin did steal a chicken from the Fort Wayne Zoo.
First time concertgoers might notice that the band has no bass. As The Rev reminded the audience, thrusting his thumb in the air, "This is my bass." He plays bass and guitar together: his thumb plays the bass notes while he finger picks the strings simultaneously (please—no guitar picks here). All this while his fret hand slides maniacally up and down the neck of the guitar, creating a sound that I've not heard anywhere else. Demonstrating his prowess, he played "Yankee Doodle" (bass) and "Dixie" (guitar) at the same time.
It was a testament to the band's hold on the audience that I couldn't see any backlit smartphone displays around me, the telltale sign of the texting concertgoer. These people were listening. And watching.