We gave away some tickets to the previously scheduled DEATH GRIPS show which was cancelled and rescheduled for 11/19 - if you were a winner you will be hooked up for this show as well...we know who you are so be ready to roll cuz we added your name to the list yo!
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It was said that when death-hop trio Death Grips signed to Epic Records, the powerhouse label was so determined to sign the crass group that they would not let any of them leave the building unless the dotted line was filled. Blasting their way into the music scene last year with the release of their debut album The Money Store, Death Grips have made loudness, obscenities and sound thrashing a staple to their appeal, making sure to scare the shit out of you with everything they can possibly do. If labelmates Rihanna and Usher play the poster-children for pop likeability and catchiness, Death Grips have undoubtedly become the kids you wouldn't want to be seen with, a distorted vociferation in the muffled distance.
Now less than five months later, when you thought the trio could not get any more reckless and unpredictable, they never fail to prove us wrong. With what was supposed to be the second album for Death Grips under Epic/Columbia NO LOVE DEEP WEB, the label unsurprisingly seemed to suddenly have some cold feet in the actual release, delaying the date to reportedly "sometime next year." Apparently, this didn't play well with the group. On Oct. 2nd, Death Grips performed the ballsiest move the music industry has seen in quite some time -- they released the long-delayed album themselves on their website for free, against all contractual obligations.
While many heavy metal or hardcore hip hop groups also toy with the sounds of rage and lunacy, it becomes clear that the key factor behind Death Grips' unique appeal does not rest in the anger spoken, but lies in the way the emotions are portrayed. Never for a moment can anyone pinpoint a genre or put a box on the sounds. Vocalist MC Ride always seems to stumble between off-beat "rapping" and just plain brash shouts, an odd mix which somehow works without question. In the second track to the album "Lil Boy," as soon as a hip hop enthusiast might find comfort in the opening tom-filled drumbeat, a slap to the face comes in the form of synth thrashing dub waves. Rapid and outlandish drums generally fill the air for most tracks, creating way for the dirty, guttural synthesizers and samples. Its pandemonium and it's beautiful.
