Deap Vally - Sistrionix - 2013 Indie Alt Hard Rock 180 Grm LP
Deap Vally - Sistrionix
Label: Island Records 3740062, Communion Records none
Format: Vinyl, LP, Album
has pic Inner sleeve
Country: UK / Netherlands
Style: Blues Rock, Alternative Rock, Indie Rock
A1 End Of The World 4:34
A2 Baby I Call Hell 3:00
A3 Walk Of Shame 1:52
A4 Gonna Make My Own Money 2:33
A5 Creeplife 2:23
A6 Your Love 3:32
B1 Lies 3:06
B2 Bad For My Body 3:04
B3 Woman Of Intention 3:41
B4 Raw Material 3:52
B5 Six Feet Under 9:34
Barcode and Other Identifiers
Rights Society: BIEM/SDRM
Label Code: LC01846
The 90s were a great era for righteous female anger, in music especially, but youve got to be careful with ire. It can be food, or it can be poison. You can let it fuel you, or fool you. And, if were talking about feminist anger in particular, you can make it energy for change, or you can gorge on it and let it consume you. Right from the off, the witty title that Deap Vally give their debut album shows you how they choose to use their rage.
Theyve been vocal of late about the frustrations theyve felt making their way as a female duo, and have supported Grimes blog protests on similar subjects. Woman Of Intention and Raw Material go into detail on those rankles, being seething, straight-setting slaps of itchy irritation. Pencil-pusher with a pension/You aint ever even broke a string what can you teach me?, Lindsey Troy sneers during the former, while the latter issues a warning to anyone who might view the duo as in need of some masterful shaping.
Deap Vally certainly arent afraid to say what needs to be said, and they do it with style and wit. Their feminist concerns are bound to draw simplistic comparisons to riot grrrl, but these two are closer to the humour and rock chops of female grunge outfits like LA band L7 or Minneapolis trio Babes In Toyland than shouty sloganeers. Part of the joy of their sound is the way they reclaim the most unreconstructed pig-rock for their own ends: they rock just because they want to. Take Walk Of Shame, giddy with lust and triumph, which reclaims the morning after some unexpected romping as an occasion for pride, but makes it something universal and funny; it could just as well be sung by a man. I mean, weve all been there. When you write down what the songs are about, it does start to sound like some sort of feminist manifesto. And it is, in a way. But Deap Vallys great triumph is just making it sound like two women talking about their lives with laughter and style and sense and massive riffs, in a way that anyone of any gender could get with.
The raw, scrappy Creeplife which is reminiscent of L7s Freak Magnet puts two fingers up to sleazy letches. The strutting, squalling Baby I Call Hell is pretty much Aretha Franklins version of Respect fed through the filter of Led Zep, telling a bad-news boyfriend that he better shape up or shit off. Make My Own Money finds Lindsey crowing, Gonna make my own money/Gonna buy my own land! as an answer to her fathers insistence that shed need to marry a rich man to get by.
Probably most fun of all is Your Love, a womb-felt tribute to a younger man who both girls dallied with. Playing on her own surname, Lindsey howls a perfect inversion of the Helen Of Troy ideal: You got you got the face, the face to launch a thousand ships/You got you got the hands the hands to touch a thousand hips! Its massive, filled with mischief, infatuation, mania and glee.
They close with Six Feet Under, their epic. Spreading and sprawling and tripping out, Lindsey mewls and groans like
a spirit in purgatory. The hidden track, too a haunting, broken country-blues lament shows they can do tender and sad as well as hellcat rancour. Theres much more to come from this most powerful of power duos than just being Angry Women. Sisters, doing it for the good of everyone, I salute you.
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