04 October 2018


There is nothing pretty about BASTARD DECEIVER, nothing subtle. Filthy, churning stench with relentless blasts and DBeat riffs strewn about like bodies in a mass grave. They seem impatient while they crush the nine tracks on this 2012 cassette, almost as if they are annoyed at having to play the songs at all...and they are taking out that frustration on the songs themselves. I never got to see these Floridians, but I can only imagine the combination of power and vitriol. 

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