Gig Review: Deap Vally @ The Oxford Art Factory
For the cynical it was hipster heaven. For the musical it was raw, attitude-filled rock’n’roll. It was that much needed shot in the arm to rattle the mid-week cobweb blues. LA’s Deap Vally Splendour sideshow at Oxford Art Factory was all that and more as Lindsey Troy and Julie Edwards become instant teenage-crushes for full-grown adults.
Support act for the night The Delta Riggs are quickly becoming stalwarts of a burgeoning rock scene. While they may not be throwing any new sounds our way, they are golden proof that some individual flair on an old recipe is all you really need. Every time we’ve seen these boys they are pure entertainment. Songs like ‘Stars’, ‘America’ and blasting single ‘Rah Rah Radio’ quickly pulling an at first apprehensive audience in for a twisted group hug. Each personality plays off each other to leave front man Elliot Hammond to come at the audience in a debauched tongue-in-cheek manner.
Time was definitely not one to waste as the curtains opened to the guttural, somewhat demonic sounds of Deap Valley’s opener, ‘Baby I Call Hell’. With a possessed, bat out of hell approach to their music we could safely say that by the end of the first song the crowd were beat into a voluntary submission. Any preconceptions made about this duo flew right out the door.
While the entire set was impressive, some serious standouts were ‘Gonna Make My Own Money’ and ‘End Of The World’. Pummelling, addictive riffs and screeching solos along with spit in your face vocal delivery proved too much for resistance on a primal level. We were moving whether we liked it or not.
In between copious one-liners, mutual admiration for the ‘high-five’ and playing to the crowd you could see that the chemistry between the two was undeniable, they were on a level of musicianship that many may have passed them off as unable to reach. Two musicians very clued in to their gritty sound that just happened to meet while crocheting.
There were times when you could definitely feel the influences of Iggy Pop or Led Zeppelin and undeniably The White Stripes flowing through the place, but once more with an individual flair.
Deap Vally easily gave themselves and new album Sistrionix an outlandish plug, but it was comforting to know that sometimes when a band is hyped, it’s for a very good reason.