The San Francisco Bay Guardian

“Start looking into Richard Branson’s life and you’ll get really tired of reading about him blathering on about how much he likes a challenge. Nothing wrong with those, but they tend to be less challenging with a billion dollars in your back pocket. And if you’re entitled to endlessly spew about your own greatness when you can point to international success in a seemingly endless series of enterprises, why doesn’t the name Dame Darcy ring more bells? She doesn’t own 200 companies around the world, and she hasn’t tried to circumnavigate it in either a hot air balloon or an overpriced sailboat.

But like Sir Richard, the multitalented indie maiden can brag that she started early, making music at nine years old. And as with Branson, once you start paying attention, Darcy’s work seems to turn up everywhere – notably, at this year’s Mission Creek Music and Arts Festival, where she’ll perform with one of her many projects, the rock foursome Death By Doll.

Let’s ease this somewhat cumbersome comparison by highlighting an important difference you may have already picked up: Richard Branson is fabulously rich. Dame Darcy is not. Which makes their similarities – I’m going to pound this home; get used to it – all the more striking. Dame Darcy is the female Richard Branson of the indie world, who isn’t wealthy or phony or the victim of a vertically eager hairstyle (both of them, however, have very distinctive looks: Branson with the poncey adventurer-boat boy thing, and Darcy with a collection of exquisite dresses).

Her empire was founded not by exploiting an overhyped monkey band (Branson signed The Sex Pistols), but by writing and illustrating a string of long-running indie comic books, including the much adored Meat Cake series. Picked up by Fantagraphics, the country’s biggest independent comic publisher, Meat Cake won an international collection of dedicated fans with its dark, Victorian aesthetic and weird (it says so on the cover) humor. It also gathered praise from such pillars of the mainstream as the Washington Post. In contrast, the founder of the Virgin empire gets praise from himself.

A newer project, Gasoline, began as a graphic novel. Darcy wants to make it into a movie, with Death By Doll (who have a CD of the same title out soon on Emperor Penguin Recordings) creating the soundtrack. Her latest outfit exudes the gothy vibe and macabre themes she’s known for (a noted difference from that other guy) but builds a new structure on her sparse bluegrass-folk foundation. She’s also got a batch of skittery, absurdly morbid country tunes out on the Bop Tart label titled Dame Darcy’s Greatest Hits, featuring her unadorned voice in all its grainy, lo-fi glory.

Despite her nearly lifelong musical pursuits, Darcy – like Branson – always needs more occupational references in order to be fully understood. The “repertoire” on her web site is way longer than the list of independent records carried by Virgin Megastore: miles of publication credits, numerous record releases (and performances with her “sea shanty/folk rock” bands Aye Aye Captain and Cabin Fever), award-winning animation work, indie film acting, and the typically titled “EZ Bake Coven Cabaret.”

Even without her modeling and clothing-design experience, that’s still more creative output than Richie Rich could whip up if he spent a year in a cold, solitary space pod with only a new laptop and a thousand lime-flavored ramen packets. Speaking of which, how’s that for a challenge, old boy?”

- Ian S. Port, The San Francisco Bay Guardian