You know the Montreal/Toronto boys tibe and brtrnd are up to something in the first ten seconds of Deviants. Your palms get sweaty. Something’s crawling on your back. Then when that pitched synth hits, it goes straight into your veins. Head cocks back, mouth drops, eyes glaze open. You’ve now entered the eternal bliss of the grotesque and deviant.
Apart, these two are incredible. Together, they’ve created a masterpiece.