Sophisticated. Beautifully articulated. Masterfully illustrated. Whatever pretentious bullshit you’re into, you won’t find any of it from Deprive. You’ll find beer induced fury. Some egocentrism. Maybe an acute case of tinnitus or the occasional rogue elbow. But we know this is what you’ve been looking for. And, by Satan, we’re going to give it to you.
This quartet from Canada, Italy, and America combine crusty vocals, blast beats, driving bass lines, and quick riffs to give you some fast, brutal powerviolence. And we know you need it. Because we sure as hell do.