Depressingly easy to imagine
Watch Man of Steel Online : Deap Vally first burst onto the scene with an angry, pounding manifesto of intent; “I'm gonna make my own money, gonna buy my own land." They’ve got the same basic idea at heart, but their absolutely frenetic and slightly terrifying brand of rock makes Virginia Woolf look rather meek in comparison. Playing off the two sparse elements of the band with thrashing aggression, much of this album is grating series of notes held up by crashing drums and Troy’s unstoppable vocals that roar and screech in one onslaught.
Watch Monsters University Online : So far this review has used a fair bit of onomatopoeia, and that’s because, ‘Sistrionix’ is an album without much embellishment. There’s not much in the way of motif at first – unless a universal sense of loudness and sassiness counts. It’s immediate and hard-hitting in the same way as blues rock – and listening to ‘Your Love’ the link people have been making to The Black Keys and The White Stripes is unmistakable. ‘Walk of Shame’, with its bluesy chord pattern plays with an old idea particularly cleverly. Deap Vally aren’t telling the tale of Smokestack Lightnin’ or their Hoochie Coochie Man here.
Watch World War Z Online : After presumably spending the night somewhere and doing a bit of the old horizontal tango, it’s time for the infamous 'walk of shame'. But Troy has “sunshine in her stride”, and doesn’t seem to care or accept blame. Quite rightly. It’s not exactly Mary Wollstonecraft, but all the same Deap Vally are refusing to take shaming bullshit from anyone. When I was 10 years old, I saved up my pocket money and bought ‘Tragic Kingdom’ by No Doubt, and like many girls my age, spent the following few years wishing I was Gwen Stefani. That album, especially ‘Just A Girl’, didn’t leave my Walkman.
Watch The Hangover 3 Online : Enlisting several friends, we started up a rather terrible all-girl ‘punk band’, whose name shall remain secret. Perhaps wisely I eventually decided to write about other people’s music instead, but the spark was still there. Worshipping pop divas just didn’t hold the same appeal as getting shoved around sweaty punk venues with low ceilings and ear-bursting speakers. That was probably the record that first made me think about feminism, too. Deap Vally’s ‘Sistrionix’ holds a similar kind of irresistible energy.
Watch This is the End Online : If the next generation of kids looking for touchstones grow up hearing this kind of music, the world will be a better, and probably a far more fun place. Being a female in the music industry doesn’t deserve lauding or praising by itself. Smashing the patriarchy in three chords and some tongue-in-cheek lyrics, though? That’s musical woman power right there. ‘Baby I call hell!’ lead singer/guitarist and Deap Vally girl Lindsey screams – and it’s a scorcher! I’ll add to that, and say baby I call hell yes!
Watch The Hangover Part 3 Online : Hell yes to this record, hell yes to two hot tin-roof LA women who kick ass and don’t give a toss about much else but rockin’ and rollin’. And if this is what hell sounds like, I wanna be condemned. The yelps, caterwauling and guttural screams come to you from a rich line of influence including Janis and Jennifer Herrema of Royal Trux fame. With an immediate urgency that’s thrust to the fore, the almost violent attack of this record roars from your speakers. The girls come out fighting and strike with the one-two jab and upper cut opener ‘End Of The World’.
Watch The Internship Online : The metallic guitar and tumbling drums from stickswoman Julie assist the delivery of the terrific tinny wailing of singer Lindsey’s apocalyptic sermon. Total knock out. On ‘Gonna Make My Own Money’, they do a great imitation of Jack White when he has his extreme fuzz noise metal hat on. They make trashy, vibrating guitars and squelching, high-pitched vocals akin to Karen O remarkably enticing. The excessive metal influence in the guitar takes direction from Sleigh Bells, and Black Sabbath, with copious cymbal crashes.
Watch Fast and Furious 6 Online : This duo’s hard and trashy zip n rip, written in a blues garage mould, has a trashy sheen overlaying all of it. To top it all off, the power fuelled sound is hurled at us with an empowering message – these two don’t need no rich man. Oh yes, and another hell yes. ‘Walk Of Shame’ highlights their heaving heft of devil may care-ness as rapturous drums pound amid sassy riffing and feedback, with a chorus of tasty harmonizing backing vocals, in retort, on the chorus. It’s another strong statement of intent – of living recklessly and gladly and not having any qualms about it.
Similarly, ‘Creeplife’ drives that home as well. Whether these two claim to be feminist or couldn’t care less – they seem to be having their cake and eating it. A delicious confection of rock ‘n’ roll, sex and volume. More teeth clenching, vibrating power chords, whirlwind vocals and racing drumming all come on hard on ‘Woman Of Intention’ and ‘Raw Material’. And on it thrusts, through ten pummelling tracks until we reach the finale with a slightly unhinged kind of ballad called ‘Six Feet Under’. Close to the bone, rather chilling verses, sparse jazz drum hits, fuzz tremolo strikes and sways, merge with tingling soul tinged layered harmonies and R&B choral like backing to point to a possible next move for the sassy as hell Vally girls. They’ve given the folk-drenched musical world of the last few years a well timed kick in the balls.
It's depressingly easy to imagine male record-company executives drooling over Deap Vally. LA-based duo Lindsey Troy (guitars) and Julie Edwards (drums) are young, glossily gorgeous and make an uncompromisingly raw racket at the crossroads where Led Zeppelin meet the White Stripes. That makes half the songs on their debut album sound much better than they are: End of the World is awful, with earnest lyrics about global love relentlessly repeated over a rudimentary riff and dragging drum line; Raw Material is worse, all princessy squeal and guitar puke. But the other half of the songs add to the Led/Stripes mix a rude dose of feminism and riot grrrl cheer. Gonna Make My Own Money struts and clatters its assurance that a rich husband is not every woman's dream, while Bad For My Body teases scolding mothers with a filthy bubblegum riff and coruscating drums. As for the boys: "You never even broke a string," fumes Troy in Woman of Intention, her own guitar squirming indignantly. "What can you teach me?" As much as any solecism-laden string of tweets might lend the appearance of affability, the London-bred, New York-based producer behind the Zomby moniker and mask managed to nail down concision as the defining characteristic of his career early on. Much like another Londoner’s predilection for concealment, Zomby quickly hid behind a Guy Fawkes mask and built a reputation for unreliability after failing to appear at a couple of crucial early gigs.
Watch Man of Steel Online : Deap Vally first burst onto the scene with an angry, pounding manifesto of intent; “I'm gonna make my own money, gonna buy my own land." They’ve got the same basic idea at heart, but their absolutely frenetic and slightly terrifying brand of rock makes Virginia Woolf look rather meek in comparison. Playing off the two sparse elements of the band with thrashing aggression, much of this album is grating series of notes held up by crashing drums and Troy’s unstoppable vocals that roar and screech in one onslaught.
Watch Monsters University Online : So far this review has used a fair bit of onomatopoeia, and that’s because, ‘Sistrionix’ is an album without much embellishment. There’s not much in the way of motif at first – unless a universal sense of loudness and sassiness counts. It’s immediate and hard-hitting in the same way as blues rock – and listening to ‘Your Love’ the link people have been making to The Black Keys and The White Stripes is unmistakable. ‘Walk of Shame’, with its bluesy chord pattern plays with an old idea particularly cleverly. Deap Vally aren’t telling the tale of Smokestack Lightnin’ or their Hoochie Coochie Man here.
Watch World War Z Online : After presumably spending the night somewhere and doing a bit of the old horizontal tango, it’s time for the infamous 'walk of shame'. But Troy has “sunshine in her stride”, and doesn’t seem to care or accept blame. Quite rightly. It’s not exactly Mary Wollstonecraft, but all the same Deap Vally are refusing to take shaming bullshit from anyone. When I was 10 years old, I saved up my pocket money and bought ‘Tragic Kingdom’ by No Doubt, and like many girls my age, spent the following few years wishing I was Gwen Stefani. That album, especially ‘Just A Girl’, didn’t leave my Walkman.
Watch The Hangover 3 Online : Enlisting several friends, we started up a rather terrible all-girl ‘punk band’, whose name shall remain secret. Perhaps wisely I eventually decided to write about other people’s music instead, but the spark was still there. Worshipping pop divas just didn’t hold the same appeal as getting shoved around sweaty punk venues with low ceilings and ear-bursting speakers. That was probably the record that first made me think about feminism, too. Deap Vally’s ‘Sistrionix’ holds a similar kind of irresistible energy.
Watch This is the End Online : If the next generation of kids looking for touchstones grow up hearing this kind of music, the world will be a better, and probably a far more fun place. Being a female in the music industry doesn’t deserve lauding or praising by itself. Smashing the patriarchy in three chords and some tongue-in-cheek lyrics, though? That’s musical woman power right there. ‘Baby I call hell!’ lead singer/guitarist and Deap Vally girl Lindsey screams – and it’s a scorcher! I’ll add to that, and say baby I call hell yes!
Watch The Hangover Part 3 Online : Hell yes to this record, hell yes to two hot tin-roof LA women who kick ass and don’t give a toss about much else but rockin’ and rollin’. And if this is what hell sounds like, I wanna be condemned. The yelps, caterwauling and guttural screams come to you from a rich line of influence including Janis and Jennifer Herrema of Royal Trux fame. With an immediate urgency that’s thrust to the fore, the almost violent attack of this record roars from your speakers. The girls come out fighting and strike with the one-two jab and upper cut opener ‘End Of The World’.
Watch The Internship Online : The metallic guitar and tumbling drums from stickswoman Julie assist the delivery of the terrific tinny wailing of singer Lindsey’s apocalyptic sermon. Total knock out. On ‘Gonna Make My Own Money’, they do a great imitation of Jack White when he has his extreme fuzz noise metal hat on. They make trashy, vibrating guitars and squelching, high-pitched vocals akin to Karen O remarkably enticing. The excessive metal influence in the guitar takes direction from Sleigh Bells, and Black Sabbath, with copious cymbal crashes.
Watch Fast and Furious 6 Online : This duo’s hard and trashy zip n rip, written in a blues garage mould, has a trashy sheen overlaying all of it. To top it all off, the power fuelled sound is hurled at us with an empowering message – these two don’t need no rich man. Oh yes, and another hell yes. ‘Walk Of Shame’ highlights their heaving heft of devil may care-ness as rapturous drums pound amid sassy riffing and feedback, with a chorus of tasty harmonizing backing vocals, in retort, on the chorus. It’s another strong statement of intent – of living recklessly and gladly and not having any qualms about it.
Similarly, ‘Creeplife’ drives that home as well. Whether these two claim to be feminist or couldn’t care less – they seem to be having their cake and eating it. A delicious confection of rock ‘n’ roll, sex and volume. More teeth clenching, vibrating power chords, whirlwind vocals and racing drumming all come on hard on ‘Woman Of Intention’ and ‘Raw Material’. And on it thrusts, through ten pummelling tracks until we reach the finale with a slightly unhinged kind of ballad called ‘Six Feet Under’. Close to the bone, rather chilling verses, sparse jazz drum hits, fuzz tremolo strikes and sways, merge with tingling soul tinged layered harmonies and R&B choral like backing to point to a possible next move for the sassy as hell Vally girls. They’ve given the folk-drenched musical world of the last few years a well timed kick in the balls.
It's depressingly easy to imagine male record-company executives drooling over Deap Vally. LA-based duo Lindsey Troy (guitars) and Julie Edwards (drums) are young, glossily gorgeous and make an uncompromisingly raw racket at the crossroads where Led Zeppelin meet the White Stripes. That makes half the songs on their debut album sound much better than they are: End of the World is awful, with earnest lyrics about global love relentlessly repeated over a rudimentary riff and dragging drum line; Raw Material is worse, all princessy squeal and guitar puke. But the other half of the songs add to the Led/Stripes mix a rude dose of feminism and riot grrrl cheer. Gonna Make My Own Money struts and clatters its assurance that a rich husband is not every woman's dream, while Bad For My Body teases scolding mothers with a filthy bubblegum riff and coruscating drums. As for the boys: "You never even broke a string," fumes Troy in Woman of Intention, her own guitar squirming indignantly. "What can you teach me?" As much as any solecism-laden string of tweets might lend the appearance of affability, the London-bred, New York-based producer behind the Zomby moniker and mask managed to nail down concision as the defining characteristic of his career early on. Much like another Londoner’s predilection for concealment, Zomby quickly hid behind a Guy Fawkes mask and built a reputation for unreliability after failing to appear at a couple of crucial early gigs.
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