The Depths

The Depths

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A powerful fusion of melody , passion and aggression , all baked in a punk reminiscent pie. Give us a chance and you'll see the light in our darkness.

Biography

Described as "cracking, melodic punk / rock", The Depths have established a deep footprint due to do their unique, diverse style and outstanding performances at home and London shows .

Local promoters have seen an insurgence of interest, quoted as saying "The Depths are the most inimitable band currently on the scene". Stark reminders of “At The Drive In” ring loudly throughout their approach to live performance.

It is clear that the measure of this band lay within their ability to grab you by the ears and take you on a sonic tour of the oppressive side of modern day youth.

By morphing their styles, the combination of audacious volatile vocals, pounding drum beats and grinding bass lines, this band sets no limits.

Our subjects developed their native characteristics from external factors such as The Stooges, Mars Volta, Radiohead, Son House, Jack White, The Verve and David Gilmour. This band continues to remain faithful to the ideal that "The music should always speak for you! Were all about integrity and simplicity".

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, some lovely blokes and the best thing to emerge from Dartford since The Stones, The Depths.

Lyrics

Recluse

Written By: The Depths


Being stuck inside,
Feels good to me,
Does it tell you something about my broke psyche.

I wanna be a recluse.

Heavy duty mind ,
Weighing down on me,
Does it tell me something about my silent screams.

I wanna be a recluse.

So I pull back inside,
Of my black hole and hide,
Now I feel safe it’s where I’m meant to be.

I’m sure somehow you want to be one too,
I will be in here,
I’ll be waiting for you.

I wanna be recluse
I wanna be recluse
I wanna be recluse
I wanna be recluse
NA NA NA NA NA NA NA GET OFF MY BACK
Yeah
I wanna be recluse na na na na
I wanna be recluse na na na na
I wanna be recluse na na na na
I wanna be recluse na na na na
GET OFF MY BACK

Concrete Head

Written By: The Depths

I looked through the mirror to find myself red as blood,
My breath shot flames across the divides of my consciousness,
Then again I realised I got carried away.
The rhythm of a leaking tap dripping in the sink,
Each drop it own weight tone body and mind to think,
The music playing sickly sweet scented smoke rising spiral fashion from the full ashtray.

I don’t know if I’m stonned,
You’re telling me I’m stonned,
I don’t know if I’m stonned,
Well that’s odd.

Oh yeah.
And if it has a mind then it doesn’t feel things it don’t know,
Falling down deep into the drainage below.
And when it meets its’ fate it hopes to stop and join as one,
To form the entity , of which we all become.

I don’t know if I’m stonned,
You’re telling me I’m stonned,
I don’t know if I’m stonned,

I only write songs because it’s easy for you to swallow,
You see a diamond in the hand is beautiful,
But it wouldn’t be in the reach or the interests of a starving man,
This sadly is the way of the world we live in,
I hope someday you’ll find a little,
Of what I feel is missing,
For those truly in need of nourishment.

Is this food for thought?
I don’t know if it is,
Cause on the flip side of the question ‘am I understood?’
No it’s my ego.

I don’t know if I’m stonned,
Everybody’s is stonned,
You’re telling me I’m stonned,
Everybody’s is stonned, I don’t know if I’m stonned,
Everybody’s is stonned,
You’re telling me I’m stonned,

Having it.

Written By: The Depths

Been out dancing with friends I’m in bits,
I’m gonna, gonna keep on keep on avin it,
My body is shining can you see the sweat drip ,
I’m gonna, gonna keep on keep on avin it.

Tears blood sweat and pinch of doubt yes I,
Nearly pulled my hair out,
Paranoia yes it’s taking it’s grip,
I’m gonna, gonna keep on keep on avin it,

Barney say’s yes I’m on a death trip,
I’m gonna, gonna keep on keep on avin it,
Do what you want coz I don’t give a shit,
I’m gonna, gonna keep on keep on avin it,

Think I’ll take one of these oh they’ll never know,
Then they’ll be marching me off to the carnival freak show,
Hup 2 3 4 2 3 4 2 3 4 2 3 4

Tears blood sweat and pinch of doubt yes I,
Nearly pulled my hair out,
Paranoia yes it’s taking it’s grip,
I’m gonna, gonna keep on keep on avin it,
WHY? PLAY MY GAME ?!!

Discography

The Death of British Export - first album release on itunes.
T.v airplay of our music video 'Recluse' on sky channel 195 Propeller t.v programme 'Choon'.
Radio Kent Unsigned airplay of debut song 'Having it'.

Set List

Met the Devil
Recluse
Sweet Summer
Vancouver Fiesta
Taxi
The System's a Liar
Innocent Lies
Concrete Head
Dirty Windows
Easy
Cellotape
Cupid
Roulette
You're Working

Set runs for an hour