Dripping with sensuality, fuzz covered grunge guitar and the infectious familiarity of 60’s rock-soul, the Torchettes combine their angelic and emphatic vocal tones to create a sound somehow ahead of and behind its time. Think Amy Winehouse backed by the Blackhearts, Wanda Jackson fronting Hole; and you’ve still only scratched the surface of what this melodic trio can accomplish. Among the raw energy of their punk rock sensibilities lies a deeper carnal instinct, one matched with a notable understanding of composition, harmonies and delivery.
Fronted by powerhouse vocalist and music history aficionado Deicha Carter, the Torchettes inception was one she had been constructing for years before they hit the stage. Inspired by the swagger of The Supremes and post-grunge, blues and R&B; Carter harnessed the power of three (Chenelle Roberts, Sydney Zadravec) and they have constructed a group and sound unlike any other.
The result is an ethereal and mysterious presence that can seem altogether taboo, like sneaking cigarettes from a relative. Songs like Mean Charlene completely buck the songwriting trends of their early soul influences, a genre usually marked by its brave missive, yet repressed sexuality. Lines like “I follow her on my bike, she’s a rock n’ roll dyke, I wanna feel her rage in between my legs” demonstrate their absolute disregard for any suppression or subjection whatsoever.
Forward in lyrical approach, bewitching in their delivery; a performance from the Torchettes can feel like a gathering of the occult. Mystical and hypnotic, and altogether understated in its power, they’ve been quick to rise among the Calgary music scene as a trio unlike any other. Amid the rumbling of their contagious energy and dynamic, The Torchettes have found an undeniably magical formula of mayhem and melodic poise - one sure to captivate and transfix audiences for years to come.