Best known as one of Thee Headcoatees, the British girl group programmed by DIY overachiever Billy Childish, garage-blues enthusiast Holly Golightly has released a flood of albums, EPs, and singles under her own name since 1994. But this show, rescheduled from September, will be her first in town since Thee Headcoatees disbanded in 2000, and it’s a rare opportunity to see her front and center. Golightly may have been named after Truman Capote’s aspiring New York socialite, but her life and her music have little to do with that world: back in London she works as a truck driver and lives on a barge, and her songs–sampled on last year’s great Holly Golightly’s Singles Round-Up (Damaged Goods)–wallow in the grittiest sort of low-rent blues and noir country. Like collages made from trash, they’re a triumph of ingenuity and affection for the simplest materials. Golightly knows the value of one good hook: “No Hope Bar” revolves endlessly around a warped two-chord guitar arpeggio, and “You Shine” pushes its slinky blues lick to the forefront, her two-note vocal delivered through a scratchy telephone filter. Her range would probably make Lou Reed feel superior, but her lyrics are so barbed and her recordings so inventive you hardly notice: “My Own Sake,” a 1996 B-side in praise of looking out for number one, is a plodding blues made giddy by jangly toy piano, harmonica, guttural cymbal crashes, layered harmonies, and vibraslap. On “I Can’t Be Trusted,” released the same year, she delivers a monotone vocal (“I can’t be trusted / I won’t be true / ‘Cause I don’t care about anyone / Anyone will tell you”) interrupted by a guitar solo that consists of a single dissonant chord, but the result is electrifying. Friday, April 5, 9:30 PM, Beat Kitchen, 2100 W. Belmont; 773-281-4444.