Review: Reverend Horton Heat, Space Heater (Interscope) After five albums, the Right Reverend Horton Heat is still laughing with rockabilly - not at it. With strafing guitar licks, clickety-clacking drums, and boot-scootin' bass lines, "The Prophet Stomp" sounds like Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys on low-grade speed, while "Revolution Under Foot" rides up a little like Motorhead's "(We Are) The Road Crew." The raunch 'n' roll on Space Heater is like cheap Mexican food: hot, greasy, and sorta sublime.