Release Date: Jun 8, 2014
Record label: Third Worlds
Genre(s): Rap, Underground Rap
I love comparisons. Comparisons, whether apt or thin, whether true or not, are often revealing (sorry). So with this release from Death Grips (part one of two, btw), which features Björk on all eight of its tracks, I’m prepared to make a comparison to BEBETUNE$’ inhale C-4 $$$$$ for the uncompromising use of space — or perhaps, a lack of said space.
If you need proof that "bad press" as a concept is largely a thing of the past, look no further than Death Grips. The shifting collective—sometimes a trio, occasionally a duo, and at one point consisting of no members at all—have spent the last two years staging a public, low-level coup on people's attention spans that, in terms of subversiveness, has fallen somewhere between egging someone's house and stealing your neighbor's WiFi. Their actions have scanned as humorous, aggressive, contemptible, and puerile—sometimes all at once—and despite any high-minded claims, the ends to the means have been excellent promotion for a body of work that's proved increasingly confounding.
Nearly two years removed from the boner-ized NO LOVE DEEP WEB scandal (and “scandal” is the word for it, considering the widespread fallout), Death Grips are still pretty hard to pin down. The Sacramento outfit of MC Ride, Zach Hill, and (sometimes?) Andy “Flatlander” Morin continue down their meticulously planned path and, as a result of their supremely punk ideals, it’s hard to look away. One of the few things we know for sure about niggas on the moon — the eight-song, 31-minute project Death Grips surprise-released on Monday — is that it’s the first of a two-part album called the powers that b.