By Jennifer Gibson
Despite the starry-eyed accolades and what may sound like
the opening lines of a love letter to a certain musician, the evening was not
devoted solely to a bunch of good-looking rockabilly boys sacking the joint.
Enter Heavy Trash, featuring Jon Spencer as Red Bull and Matt Verta-Ray as crack (we’ll get to that), along with Sam Baker on percussion and Simon Chardiet on bass and occasional vocals. The four together create a potent group, one that’s smarter and more in sync with each other than the most stylized super group, even if they are clearly the boys your mama warned you about.
With slick, wild black hair and a howl that could wake the dead, Spencer would make one hell of a televangelist if he weren’t such an entertaining musician. He’s been called an impersonator of an Elvis impersonator, and this performance didn’t dispel that. But he’s no clown. There’s a seriousness to even his silliest moments, like the snarling, spasmatic gem, “Gee, I Really Love You.” Spencer delivered this sweet sentiment with all the innocence of a truck stop hooker, but it’s not a joke. Even as he smashed his way through Heavy Trash’s three-record catalog with nothing but an acoustic guitar and the apparent energy level of a room full of Kool-aid-fueled kindergartners, it was no joke. His overstated lecherous-preacher-man-on-a-mission stage presence had the women swooning and the men eating it up. He may not have the same young greaser pin-up boy face he did in his heyday, but he’s got the same attitude and the same desire to have fun and give people a good show. Finding a musician with that mindset is sometimes half the battle.
But the stage wasn’t completely his. It wasn’t even mostly his, at least not from this vantage point, because Matt Verta-Ray’s conversely understated performance was a jaw-dropping joy to watch. He may have honed his skills in other bands and on other stages, but this night he let loose a dirty torrent of surf- and rockabilly-infused guitar solos, filthy, grimy trash can sounds that gave me the hot rod fix I was looking for. He may appear unassuming, but this man, by all rights, should be making women pass out at every hook and men envy his every skill. He’s that good, and those twangy licks were only part of it – he actually seemed to lose himself in his stage performance. His body twisted and turned with each note, like he was accessing some higher cosmic plane.
And where Spencer is an outright wolf, Verta-Ray is definitely the unassuming man in the corner to look out for. His soft, quiet lead vocals on “Good Man” were an oddly attractive mix of sexy and creepy, crush-worthy and menacing. That slightly-disturbing quality coupled with the killer guitar chops make it pretty hard to tear your eyes away from him. Honestly, you could write a teenage girl’s diary entry about this guy’s performance, which shows just how dangerous he might really be. Not that Spencer doesn’t offer an element of danger, but something about watching Verta-Ray’s quiet man demeanor morph into this subdued monster was even more charming and far more satisfying.
Prior to this night, I had never listened to Heavy Trash. I’d listened to plenty of Jon Spencer, and, unbeknownst to me, plenty of Matt Verta-Ray, as well. But Heavy Trash was not a band I’d heard of, and I went to the show solely for the chance to witness the tent revival antics of a man who rocked my teenage world. Suffice it to say, the show was all it promised to be, with the energy almost eclipsing the sound. Almost. And I came away with the air of a giddy school girl sighing while watching the bad boys smoke cigarettes out behind the gym. These men must all be in their 40s, yet they’re as badass now as they probably were at 16. That’s the way all true rock n’ rollers should be.








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