torsdag den 9. marts 2023

Deprivation - Keep My Grave Open 



Deprivation hails from Italy, and behind this project hides a Mauro Sciaccaluga. An industrial/noise veteran who has been responsible for several projects (Saturnik Sektor, Shiver, Spasmo), as well as running his own label Diazepam. This project seems to be his main project since it has the most releases compared to his other projects. Started in 2012 with several releases from his own label and other labels as well (check the Discogs link below). A cool-looking jewel-case CD containing 6 tracks, about 40 minutes in total.

So what is Deprivation and how can u describe the sound within (just to give a quick introduction). I'm a sucker for this kind of stuff, classic Italian death-industrial! Namedrop the likes of Atrax Morgue, Morder Machine, Today I´m Dead, and proto stuff like Mauthausen Orchestra and MB of course. Looking forward to hearing this album!

The first track They Don´t Have To Know starts with the iconic Whitehouse sound, monotonous high-pitched feedback with a hypnotic texture attached to it. Joined up with a kind of morbid mood with clinical echoed sound effects, almost giving the listener an impression of being buried alive. Additional atmospheric sounds give the track some extra layers, and some really great (and horrific) distorted vocal screams from the world of the dead! I really love this, fans of Lille Roger and early BDN will understand!

The second track Everything On This Earth contains some kind of heavily distorted guitar sounds (I think) with some intriguing samples in the background. Very old-school 90s sound here, not that far away from Deathpile (If you remember). A very simple and highly atmospheric piece, offering brutal, brooding, complex, and intense psychedelic noise-scapes. 

The third track Hatefuck starts with a high-pitched electronic looped sound, another thumping rhythmic sound gives the track a kind of ... hospital feel ( Hamburger Lady?). Eerie distorted sounds with some fantastic Genocide Organ kind of vocals as well. 

The fourth track In The Folds Of The Flesh is a moody and nasty piece of flesh scraping harsh noise. Really love the primitive sort of bass sounds here, and I love how the layers of noise bury the listener like bricks. It does sound kind of chaotic, but there is a kind of structure here. 


The fifth track Cold At The Touch enters the-soundtrack kind of territory. Expressive guitar-based distortions with that classic and ominous humming bass sound, an excellent sample from some kind of catholic rite/hymn in the background give the track an extra paranormal edge. A real field recording between some guy and a paramedic, discussing the find of some dead girl (Overdose?)... Who is (As you can guess)... Cold At The Touch. A track with a paranormal almost spiritual ritualistic touch, an absolutely beautiful track.

The sixth track (and last) track The Shape Of Fear is something else. A thumping electronic rhythm and thick layers of primal harsh noise. Probably the most maniacal piece on the album, unpredictable and less structured. A nice way of ending the album. 

A truly bad-ass slice of retro 90s industrial-noise sound here. Great (and lovely) to hear that there are some still pursuing a sound that time almost has forgotten. Every track here is a good track, and every track on this album has a story to tell. Kind of like, bruising through some hard-boiled detective scrapbook (if you please). Need your power-electronics, death-industrial fix then check this one out!