Death Grips are the most important band in hip hop right now.
They are the punk independent. They are the creative autonomous. They are the unpredictable indefinite.
Death Grips represent a “fuck you” to everything. They pick up and drop choruses without warning, extend verses and instrumentals without adherence to any chord progression or structure. Sections are repeated any number of times and may be identical or half or twice the length.
They are the directors of apocalyptic cinema. They lead an audience like sheep with tongues out to a nowhere realm destination that shows everything. They are the enigmatic wrecking-ball aimed at the pillar of bitches, bankroll, and bravado mentality erected by Rap’s class of homo neanderthalensis.
They will not be contained, and they refuse to represent anyone but themselves.
Yesterday, Death Grips completely defied their label Epic Records after vague deadlines and bureaucratic obstacles left them without a clear release date for their new album.
In an ominous affirmation of their own autonomy and control, the band began tweeting lyrics from “Beware,” the intro track to their first album – a sample from the devilspawn of America, Charles Manson himself.
“He came to me with money in his hand. He offered me, I didn’t ask him. I wasn’t knocking someone’s door down, I was running from that. When I got out I was in that, I was already through that, I had that. I had the studio. I went to the studio, i went to Fox Studios. I had it all. And I looked at it and I said ‘this a bigger jail than I just got out of.’
I don’t wanna take my time going to work. I got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag, and ten or fifteen girls. Why the hell I wanna go off and go to work for? Money? I got all the money in the world. I’m the king, man. I run the underworld, guy. I decide who does what and where they do it at. What am i gonna run around and act like I’m some teeny-bopper somewhere for somebody else’s money?
I make the money man. I roll the nickles. The game is mine.
I deal the cards.”
To the band, dragging of feet and shuffling of papers only affirmed the utter worthlessness of a label. As a result, Death Grips took matters into their own hands.
In an act of complete defiance, they scrawled the name of their newest release on an erect penis in black marker (EXPLICIT CONTENT). Before the ink could dry, they had taken to to their Twitter and Soundcloud accounts, releasing the album to the whole world for free.
This release is their third full-length in a year and a half, starting when Exmilitary dropped April 25, 2011 to critical acclaim across the board for their innovative sound and unfaltering punk attitude. It was arguably one of the best records of that year. And now, months after The Money Store was released on April 24, 2012 (one of the best records of this year), NOLOVEDEEPWEB has shocked the entire music world.
With sheer audacity and complete defiance, Death Grips has come to embody the Id in hip-hop, crushing the Odd Future gang like roaches under foot. By comparison, Tyler and his crew seem like teen brats suckling on shock-value for attention.
Stefan “MC Ride” Burnett, Zach Hill, and Andy Morin don’t actively promote counter-culture, they embody it. They aren’t shocking because they speak about harsh topics (hell, Slim Shady was talking about assaulting children with deadly weapons in 1999, and Cage around the same time). They are shocking because every level of their music: rhythm, structure, timbre, motive, key, melody, harmony, from vocals and lyrics to drums to synths is a middle finger to the generic expectations of the main flow in music of the modern day. Death Grips are precedent breaking, speaker blowing; exhibiting fearlessness in the 3rd degree while consistently releasing 1st class music at an incredible rate. And they will not be contained.
You can listen to the full album below