October 16, 2012

Death Grips - No Love Deep Web (2012)

Yep, that's a penis. Go search for the original cover art yourselves, you perverts.

After releasing their monstrous and overly-praised debut album this year, they decided that it was a good idea to take a ballsy dump on their record company and distribute their second album for free, on the internet, because we’re Death Grips and why the hell not. I won’t get into the details of the scandal, but I totally support this decision. This album is so sick and disturbing that if it were pshisically released and put on the shelve of a record store, the news would’ve been filled with countless stories covering excessive CD bullying and dramatic rises in the rate of CD suicides.

So here I am,  pumped up with adrenaline and scared like a little bitch. MC Ride’s rage for unnamed things returns in full force, only this time on a different level of insanity. If The Money Store were an angry and violent dude who could’ve beaten the shit out of you and then go out for a coffee like it was no thing, No Love is a paranoid, sick and disgusting psychopath  with an obvious death wish who doesn’t give the slightest fuck about anything. And that’s the overall theme of the album, really: that life, relationships and people have no sense whatsoever and you might just as well engage in every destructive activity because, in the end, we’re all going to die. 

With such a dark and depressing theme, Mc Ride spits his angry rhymes with a speed and ferocity equaled only by a cheetah on cocaine. I’ve already talked about his monstrous vocal delivery so I won’t bore you by repeating myself.  Further on, the production is as good as it can get and the beats are as mesmerizing as they were on the previous album.  This lo-fi as fuck madness together with MC Ride’s I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude makes for a heavy and crushing experience. 

Which is a drag, really, because I feel like they’re running out of ideas. In fact, besides the lyrics, which have really improved since their previous release, everything else sounds the same.  Same anger, same ideas, same message, same everything,( though I think MC Ride got a new tattoo or something).  I mean, look, I know this is what Death Grips stands for and they won’t be shitting unicorns and rainbows pretty soon in the future, but that doesn’t mean they could not have taken a different approach with No Love.  Violence, gore, and over-the-top things are fun as long as they are served in doses, otherwise they lose substance and meaning.  Sorry, guys. Maybe next time.

No comments:

Post a Comment