Let’s just get this out of the way: Death Grips is a dangerous fucking band. They’re bad for business, for the status quo, and when they ignite its monstrous and felt by the heavens. Another thing though quickly, which is that this isn’t going to be something long and in depth, because frankly I don’t know much about them. This is more in terms of just writing about how they manage to provoke and challenge the music industry as a whole.
Now, I’ve listened to most of their records, even trying unsuccessfully to see them three times. For the uninitiated, this isn’t happenstance. They flail and go at their own pace more stubbornly than any other act I’ve ever come across. My first brush with them came with their inclusion on the Fun Fun Fun fest lineup in 2011(which they bailed on). After that, Coachella and Bonnaroo both eventually booked them, and while I was in attendance at Roo, I could only hear them(I was at Swans). Then they “disbanded,” probably to get out of their record contract, which meant I wouldn’t be seeing them yet again at the Nine Inch Nails/ Soundgarden tour they were supposed to open.
Even after only a few albums in a relatively short number of years, the band has risen to legendary status in indie circles. This is due to chaotic force of nature that they are as a unit. Some of the songs are tracks I absolutely love. Mixing noise with rap and electronic beats, while other songs are things I couldn’t get farther away from. The stunts, if you want to call them that, have become well known, and in my eyes, it’s almost as if they are the Kanye for underground audiences. No One is surprised anymore when West does something wild, because that’s a signature thing that sometimes occurs in the world of KW. Death Grips are the same way. You’re not surprised when they blow off huge shows, or when they hijack their own album and put it online. You’re simply not. You’re even less surprised when they hit you with polarizing music. It appears to be all in a days work for the Sacramento outfit
To put it mildly, Death Grips is good for the business of originality, even if they aren’t good for themselves. Either way, hopefully they’ll keep putting out crazy music and keeping fans and cynics alike entertained. I know I’ll be waiting. See you Friday
Landon Murray is a published writer and an avid lover of music, books and films. He's also a lover of the New Orleans Saints. He was born in 1982 and has a chainsaw tattoo on his arm.
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