Singles That Mingle

 With Captain Stavros

 

 

Death Valley Girls – Message From The Venus Flower

Welcome to Earth Out October 9 Via Suicide Squeeze

Looks like the same members from their last UK tour, show at the Lexington was absolutely savage. 

 

Anyx – Strange Times

Starlink Out Now Via La Rubia Productions 

Hard to pin this one down folks, but aren’t those the most interesting tunes anyway? The bell tolls for thee.

 

7ebra – I Have to Buy Stuff

How To Land a Plane Out September 25 Via Pnkslm Recordings

Sullen-low-fi; we’re really digging this stripped back kit and sound, reminiscent of early grunge.

 

Black Mekon – Radioactive Wolfman

13 Songs About Monsters Out October 30 Via Pnkslm Recordings

Summer’s over, let the hauntings begin!

 

Sweeping Promises – Rapture, Or..

You Say I Romanticize Out Now Via Sub Pop

Come listen to a song where the guitar comes at you like a stabby knife.

 

The Black Wizards – Beat

Force Majeure & Acts of God Out September 4

The snare baits you and the bass BEATs you. Stay with this tune, till the end, it’s worth it. 

 

Black Marble – It Always Comes to Me

Life in Small Spaces Out Now Via Sacred Bones

What a jaunty jazzy ditty, we’re here for it.

 

Brennan Wedl – High Priestess

Brennan Wedl Out Now Via ANTI- Records

Almost dipped out of this one, but glad we stuck with it. Great flow and vocals. 

 

Friko – Necessary

Something Worth Waiting For (Expanded Edition) Out Now Via ATO Records

Noisey, chaotic, give in.

 

Hermanos Gutierrez – Los Andes

Los Ojos Del Condor Out September 25 Via Easy Eye Sounds

Listen to this music and let the mysterious things happen to you.

 

POL – Sex Machines

Squirming around in the peripheral for the last few years looks like POL is about to pop. 

 

 

Death Valley Girls

The Lexington

Words & Pics by Captain Stavros

A Laughing Gas Gospel of Joy and Noise

As Bonnie Bloomgarden's supernova grin burned through the haze and her golden sax player sent sunbeams bouncing into the crowd like cosmic flares, it was clear from the first shimmer of ‘Abre Camino’ that Death Valley Girls weren’t here to mess about. They were here to bless us, baptise us, and blow the roof off The Lexington.

That opener? A psychedelic swirl more Marrakesh than L.A., the sax solo hanging over the crowd like incense while the rhythm section kicked in with piston-force precision. Bass thumped, kickdrum pounded, and then that guitar, slung high and scratching down the fretboard like nails on a chalkboard, announced the real arrival. You didn’t just hear this gig; you were wrapped in it. Full, rich, and beautifully balanced, loud enough to shake the room, never enough to drown it.

 

Bloomgarden, all gothic-Harley Quinn energy and spearmint bravado, slithered her vocals through the mic cable like a conjurer, weaving between the heavy and the heavenly. She looked like she’d been born grinning and never stopped, even mid eye-contact stare-downs that felt part flirtation, part spiritual intervention. Was it a hit of the gas? A higher power? Unclear, but whatever it was, she had it, and we were under her spell.

Death Valley Girls, rotating members or not, sounded locked in. Like a coven three weeks deep into a joyfully possessed tour. Everyone on stage had a mic. Everyone sang. Everyone meant it. The harmonies didn’t just land, they hovered, holding space between punk yelps and doo-wop dreams. Tracks like ‘I’m A Man Too’ were cheeky, righteous mantras in motion, a lo-fi surf-punk hymn for anyone who ever felt like the cool kids were missing the point.

Then there was the moment Bonnie swan-dived offstage, hugging every woman in the front row like some glitter-swathed spirit guide. It wasn’t a gimmick. It was the whole point.

 

As the set edged toward its finale, Bloomgarden turned to the crowd and cut the theatre: “This is the encore — right now, be here now.” No on-off pantomime, no need for formalities; just three final tracks delivered straight, sweaty, and soul-first.

‘Magic Powers’ hit particularly hard, a track that sounds like what you'd get if John Waters formed a girl gang and made them play garage rock under a full moon. By the time the set closed, there was no doubt: this was church for the beautifully weird. A last night of tour turned full rebirth.

As the last notes rang out and the stage lights melted down, you didn’t feel like you'd seen the end of something. You felt like you’d stumbled into the beginning of a better timeline, one with more saxophones, more spearmint, and more Bonnie Bloomgardens to remind us that joy can still come loud, proud, and slightly off-kilter.