Heavy Trash play the Earl/Criminal Thurs., Nov. 19
Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
Jon Spencer of Pussy Galore, Boss Hog and Blues Explosion fame rolls through town fronting a new duo, dubbed Heavy Trash, to play the Earl this Thurs., Nov. 19 at 9 p.m. Tickets are $10 (adv). $12 (door).
… and if that’s past your bedtime, you can catch an early free show at Criminal Records the same day at 6:30 p.m.
Jon Spencer and Matt Verta-Ray are… Heavy Trash! On stage and in the studio, Jon Spencer has destroyed and rebuilt American roots music with such ferocity and wild abandon it is hard to believe that there is anything left. The trail of musical destruction in the wake of his groovy hate-fuck combo Pussy Galore still smolders with the stench of avant punk trash and nasty garage ooze and grind, while his towering work with the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion remains an indelible totem to his enormous mojo spirit and red-hot power of deliverance. He is Daddy Boss Hog! He is the Blues Exploder and Microphone Destroyer! A Gibson Brother! The man who shared a Chicken Dog with Rufus Thomas, got Soul with R.L. Burnside, and enjoyed a greasy Lap Dance with Andre Williams! He is The Man Who Loved too Much!!! Now, with his pal Matt Verta-Ray, he has become Heavy Trash, and is inviting you to a Midnight Soul Serenade.
(Photo courtesy Press Here Publicity)
Video for Heavy Trash’s “(Sometime You Gotta Be) Gentle” below.








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