Deap Vally

Make no mistake, when Lindsey Troy opens her mouth and lets rip, the stage loves her. This girl has ‘it’ in great big, dirty handsfull. Resolutely lo-fi, Deap Vally are media darlings, and the front three rows were putty in their hands. But when Troy closes her mouth, when she turns off the cascade of star quality, when she lets guitar and drums speak for themselves, it’s then the pulleys and levers begin to show. The songs merge into one, the playing is exposed for what it is, and in a set of 40-odd minutes, that’s simply not good enough.

The Haunt, 28 February 2013
Rating:
Pete Langman