With their sixth album in four years, there's absolutely no utterance of anything going stale. From the moment "Death Grips Are Online" hits, a hard-pumping '90s throwback epic opener with no intention other than to entrap you and leave you wanting more, it's all-out warfare. The dissonant guitars light the fire beneath the driving beat and tumultuous noise; this is the MO throughout.
If ever a review cried out to be written in one long stream-of-consciousness ALL CAPS rant with complete disregard for punctuation (except for copious question and exclamation marks), this would be it. It would perfectly reflect Year of the Snitch's apparently couldn't-care-less, tossed-off, throw-everything-at-the-wall-and-see-what-sticks creative approach. The eighth full length release (in as many years) by Sacramento, CA experimental noise-rap crew Death Grips is, at least upon first listen, the most difficult album in a discography populated almost exclusively by "difficult" albums.
In the process of trying to sabotage their career at every turn, Death Grips became career artists. Regardless of how you classify their prolific output thus far, the noise-rap art project has averaged one album per year, with enough variation and quality control to make their "will they or won't they break up" shtick background noise. They're industrious, downright reliable, even.
To say that that the work of California alt-rap group Death Grips is hard to digest for some may be an understatement. That can go for dedicated fans as well as newcomers. Having traversed the likes of controversy in the industry, surprising collaborations, surreal marketing tactics, and of course, ferocious live appearances, the band have most certainly cemented their status as one of the most captivating and fearless acts of the 2010s.