Deap Vally hail from California and are possibly stuck in a sixties clothing time warp. That said, they do have good hair and better asses than most of North America.
Sounding quite a lot like The White Stripes, of course how could they not with just a drum and a guitar to guide them, or maybe Jack White has been binding his breasts and cheating an octave or two? Either way, they can hold their own nicely in front of a live crowd. Vocally, there was a hint of Joan Jett and some Pamela Moore, but Lindsey Troy is ultimately unique in her voice and could kick an Opera into touch with ease.
The sound this duo make is uncomplicated and seriously fucking loud.
As Deap Vally made an entrance at The SCC, Edmonton, Alberta, there was a whisper of “oh, it’s a chick”. Followed by “oh, another one.” Who were the crowd expecting? Rob Halford, or maybe even Dave Navarro? They both have a feminine side.
Having already played the stage with Thurston Moore, Dinosaur Jnr and Sir Iggy of Pop, they are obviously no strangers to the big guns, but Troy and partner Julie Edwards, did seem genuinley thankful to be playing pre Queens of The Stone Age.
Unusually for an opening act they had interesting banter and the crowd was appreciative. Most of the males in attendance now sporting a super stauner, after a mental visual of the ladies in swim wear, at the World Water Park, West Edmonton Mall, the day prior to the show.
Vine became a recient of a QOTSA video loop when the ladies hotfooted it to the pit for the Headliners.
The marauding mountain of a man that is Josh Homme (pronounced Om me) had his desert disciples bouncing by song three and they barely took a break for the two hour set.
Little wonder there is no confusion on the stage, as band members hop from one instrument to another, but there isn’t and it makes for an excellent set and creatively cannot be touched.
From a thrashing threesome on guitar, to a haunting vocal brought by Homme, this bunch of Cactus Cowboys has it all.
In reviewing the band you will likely catch a hint of early David Bowie, here and there with Some Killing Joke along the way. That in itself is a stroke of artistic fabulousness.
A backdrop with video that incuded blood, gore and crows, to support the latest record Like Clockwork, put the icing on the already excellent cake.
As Make It Wit Chu was presented, some in the audience were doubtless imagining a closed eyed, slow dance, with a citrus scented Homme, while during other songs he appeared a touch posessed, a little clumsy and was possibly out to lunch with the Vicar and fiddling with the Organist!
Kudos has to be given to the dud (no, it’s not a typo) with the worlds crappest mowhawk haircut. It was dodgy as he pushed his way to front row, it wobbled like flaccid knob, it had parted at the crown and was probably held up with semolina, or a similar type substance, just to be totally toppled by a crowd surfer at the shows rear end..
Queens Of The Stone Age don’t play shit shows. Admirers of the band are willing to attend and show their full support for the fabulous sense of untiming.
It’s a guarantee that everyone in attendance at SCC left, QOTSA deaf!
Karen Graham Aug 15 2013
Turn It Up To Twelve 