L.A. natives, they play with bone-crushing ferocity, with Edwards behind the drum kit and Troy spouting petrol-soaked guitar licks and soaring vocals. "I think to be a rock star in the most classic, debaucherous, hell raising sense," Troy says, "you have to be a bit of a sociopath."
Troy's musical influences range from the blues of Blind Willie McTell to the vocals of Tina Turner and Robert Plant. Edwards, who began as a keyboardist/drummer with The Pity Party, brings a Keith Moon-inspired showmanship and musical chops on par with drummers including Meg White of The White Stripes and Carla Azar of Autolux.
Deap Vally's debut LP Sistrionix, already out in the UK, has Brits infatuated with the duo's in your face sexuality and unrefined Americana. During the group's crotch-grabbing set during this year's Glastonbury Festival, Troy crowd-surfed in shredded tights.
Similarly, onstage Edwards transforms into a blur of swinging red hair and flying limbs. She plays the drums barefoot. "I'm a cavewoman," she explains.
This week, Deap Vally returns to L.A. after sledgehammering their way through worldwide festivals including Coachella, Glastonbury, and Lollapalooza. Their show tonight at the Troubadour is their last stop in L.A. before the major label stateside release of Sistrionix on October 8th.
"I'm curious to see what it will be like playing in L.A. after having not played here for so long," says Troy, whose early solo artist career was inspired by Courtney Love and '90s-era punk.
Last month, Deap Vally released the single "Bad for My Body," which features lyrics like "If our mothers only know / the trouble that we get into."
"My attitude is not giving a fuck," says Edwards.
Their music is quite substantive: "Your Love" is a reverb-heavy jam that breaks down gender barriers and makes the man the song's object of affection: "You've got the face that launched a thousand ships," the song goes, "You've got the hands that touched a thousand hips / You are mine / You belong to me."