Some of the best things in music life come in pairs: Simon & Garfunkel, Les Paul & Mary Ford, The Everly Brothers, Daft Punk, The White Stripes. I had been a while since the lady world dropped a bomb into the sound scene (we guess one of the last big ones was Heart, and we don’t even like them that much). Luckily for us, needlework and the blues played an important part for the first (and maybe only time) in music history.
Apparently, Lindsey Troy sucked at crocheting and Julie Edwards helped her out. The two bonded while talking about music and such. Thankfully, Troy didn’t suck at drumming and Edwards also had great fingers for guitars besides needles and Deap Vally was born.
With just a couple of years alive, Deap Vally have managed to play along-side and opening for big bands such as Muse, Iggy Pop, Thurston Moore and Dinosaur Jr. They have the right to do so: their music is angry, ballsy (yeah, this is the first time girl balls became a term sexy sounding to me), raw and honest. Many guys out there wished their girls were this straight forward while chanting Gonna Make My Own Money to our empty wallets and our girly popsick lives.
I so want to catch these girls live: there’s a reason Coachella and the grandfather of pop wanted them on stage.
Jorge A. López Mendicuti | Senior Writer
Deap Vally’s “Gonna Make My Own Money”