And, thankfully, the blues.
The band has been simmering out in the U.K. since 2012, appearing at the Latitude and Reading festivals. A couple singles were released last year: “Gonna Make My Own Money” and “End of the World”; they were signed, recorded an album, toured with the Vaccines and Muse, and have shot skyward since then.
The band mines the early rage of White Stripes and the fuzz and earthiness of Led Zeppelin and Dead Weather. Each song is jam-packed with melody and power. Deap Vally puts you in your place, then leaves you breathless. Pounding drums, ragged punk-guitar and raging vocals marry in some strange underworld union.
Their full-length debut, Sistrionix, unleashed in June, is already making waves in England. According to Deap Vally’s website, Sistrionix will be released in the U.S. Oct. 8.
We must wait. Until then, here’s four songs to whet your appetite:
On “Lies,” Troy’s tough voice mirrors the raw guitar licks. She takes the song by the neck and beckons it toward its end. “I thought we agreed/ you wouldn’t have the need to spread your seed/ but it’s a fact you broke your contract. You’re gonna pay tenfold…..”
The defiance of “Gonna Make My Own Money” spits in your face with a fire that’s tangible. Troy’s voice vibrates and cracks and rips through the song. Edwards’ cascading drums and Troy’s high-pitched lead guitar catch your attention first. Troy screeches and shakes with an urgency and passion that rivals the most seasoned singers. “I’m gonna make my own money/Gonna buy my own man,” she declares.
“Baby I Call Hell” carries an angry blues riff on its back and doesn’t let it fall. “Whoa….” snakes through the tune as you get the sense the devil is right around the corner. The ghost of Karen O sneaks through now and then as Troy, with a defiant sneer, demands her proper love.
Buzzing guitar holds the beat at the intro of “End of the World,” as Troy uses a deep soul snarl to message a story about peace and love. Heavy guitar riffs fill with reverb as the song swirls back and forth while powerful drums march everything forward.
“There’s no time like the present to open up our hearts and let love shine in,” she sings. The lyrics seem out of place with Deap Vally’s hard-punk sensibilities, but that unexpectedness is almost shocking, and makes it work.
Deap Vally seem as if they’re hanging on the edge of a cliff, about to fall, as a torrent of feelings of love, then betrayal, pours forth. Better catch it before it drops.