I've got a short review today,
as there’s a lot of work I need to get done, but here it is. Let me just start by saying Death Grips is
intense. Things I imagine while
listening to this album include, dancing on burning corpses, beating children
at a house party, and a drum set made of butchered meat. However these images don’t come from the
lyrics, it’s all in the production, because quite honestly I barely know what
MC Ride is spewing most of the time.
Their production has the complexity of Das Racist, the dancability of
Africa HiTech, and the brooding darkness of Left Brain. MC Ride sounds like a homeless man throughout
most of the album, and I mean this in the most fantastic way. He’s the kind of charming homeless man, who
makes you want to stick around and listen to his stories. Fans of their first album, might be wary at
first, as it is a bit dancier than their last one. As for first timers, this is probably a love
it or hate it situation. As for me, I love it!
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