Death Grips' second album, and first for Epic, upsets expectations by transcending them entirely, comprising the kind of must-listen, genres-dashing experience that comes along so rarely.
and thats pushing it
and on first (and probably last) read this was a very good review!
stuffed with so many hyperboles. Far, FAR too overexciteable.
...anyone would think I LIKED it, or something.
You know, I'm fairly selective with what I cover - especially outside of the BBC. Because I don't NEED to write these sort of pieces. But I am compelled to because I want readers to really get that this is a special album.
The last time I remember a record from rap's 'margins' really grabbing me in this way was Saul Williams' S/T affair. Not that this is a rap record. It feels like something genuinely fresh.
I'm not sure that being overexcited for it is a bad thing. Given the dross that packs the release schedules, isn't it worth being perhaps a little over-zealous with one's praise for a standout set? I think so. Others will give this a good review and slap an 8/10 score on it - which'll rank it as an equal to far inferior LPs. The maximum score is deserved, as this is a record that gives everything. Come the end, it doesn't feel like they could have crammed any more energy into it.
Blah blah... if you don't like it, I am fine with that. If you don't like my review, I'm fine with that too. Thanks for stopping by.
Preliminary opinion is this is a tiring album! Something with the production, but my ears are glad of a break after listening. Taken apart the tracks are all interesting, but forty minutes of high compression saturated aural assault is tough going.
You'll hear nothing like it all year and its fucking thrilling
absolute shite, first second to the last.
some of you ought to get your ears cleaned out.
but read the lyrics dude. shit be scrapin the barrel. shit be scrapin it hard