Photos, story, and video by Rebecca Noble
After Ocean Void’s angsty shoegaze set mercifully finished and singer Ben George managed to stop moaning about “this ugly world,” on the night of Saturday, Oct. 17, at Sky Bar, the younger crowd and their Nine Inch Nails beanies thinned out, giving way to a new, older audience looking for some good old fashioned rock and roll.
The quintessential men dressed in all black and worn leather jackets and vests heavily adorned with punk-band patches surfaced from the shadows of Sky Bar, as well as shaggy men in button-up shirts and skinny jeans, women in beautiful dresses and “going-out” clothes, and even a few people in sweaters, made their way toward the front of the stage. People from all walks of life were eagerly waiting for one of Tucson’s most infamous acts: Texas Trash and the Trainwrecks.
Frontman and lead vocalist Terry Trash in all of his tattooed, tassled, hook-handed glory sauntered up on his prosthetic leg and greeted the crowd with his signature expression – something between a grimace and grin – and then the Trainwrecks were off to a relentless 21-song set that would put the Rolling Stones circa the golden “Exile on Mainstreet” era to shame.
For a little over an hour, the Trainwrecks took over Sky Bar with their driving, trailer park rock and roll with a hint of a country twang, hollering about “Cocaine Kisses” and “Honky Tonkin’” while the crowd took turns gently hardcore dancing, headbanging and country swing dancing. This is exactly the kind of band that should be playing in a liquored-up bar late on a Saturday night.
The stage presence of Texas Trash and the Trainwrecks is the cherry on top of their self-proclaimed “chicken-fried devil music.” Trash might be the real Mick Jagger – minus the psychedelic and slightly flamboyant influence of the ’60’s and the pretty-boy aesthetic.
Trash’s microphone was victim to being shoved down the front of his pants, held in his teeth and ferociously beaten on his chest–by all accounts, a mild evening for Mr. Trash, who has been banned from multiple venues in Tucson for a myriad of colorful reasons.
A complement to Trash’s Jaggeresque antics was the energetic bassist and backup vocalist Ken Andree, who was everywhere on that stage–playing above his head, around Trash’s waist from behind, shoulder-to-shoulder with grinning guest guitarist Annie Dolan, and could be seen doing a squatting headbang from time to time. Drummer Rick Bailey was a stoic pillar, never missing a beat behind the chaos of the band’s front line.
Through and through, Texas Trash and the Trainwrecks delivered a rollicking good show, true to the spirit of rock and roll.
Trash made good on his promise to “rock ‘til we fall down” and did in fact fall down, but got up and rocked some more – a testament to the unique sincerity of this band. One man’s trainwreck is another man’s treasure and Texas Trash and the Trainwrecks are truly a gem of the Tucson music scene.
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