It's depressingly easy to imagine male record-company executives drooling over Deap Vally. LA-based duo Lindsey Troy (guitars) and Julie Edwards (drums) are young, glossily gorgeous and make an uncompromisingly raw racket at the crossroads where Led Zeppelin meet the White Stripes. That makes half the songs on their debut album sound much better than they are: End of the World is awful, with earnest lyrics about global love relentlessly repeated over a rudimentary riff and dragging drum line; Raw Material is worse, all princessy squeal and guitar puke. But the other half of the songs add to the Led/Stripes mix a rude dose of feminism and riot grrrl cheer. Gonna Make My Own Money struts and clatters its assurance that a rich husband is not every woman's dream, while Bad For My Body teases scolding mothers with a filthy bubblegum riff and coruscating drums. As for the boys: "You never even broke a string," fumes Troy in Woman of Intention, her own guitar squirming indignantly. "What can you teach me?"