Death Grips

I've been spending most of my days leisurely clicking youtube links, pressing "play" on randomly selected video threads on message boards (feel my flava, ho) and downloading the occasional mediafire-hosted zipped archive, looking for anything that tickles my proverbial fancy that isn't named Joel. Small obsessions come and go (hi, Weeknd, nice to have you over for the past 3 weeks straight). "Like" is clicked and musical trains roll on, gingerly chugging towards the next stop.

That is until you approach a hobo encampment and hear the faint sounds of Onyx-esque screaming building in intensity as you come closer to the burning trash can in which the mc in Death Grips is huddling around as he warms his hands on the flames that are now melting your face with musical awesomeness.

Replace the trash can with a 90's Toyota, and it goes something like this:

The vocals are an aggressive, almost chant-like stream of fucked up consciousness that weaves perfectly with the industrial-sounding, drum-heavy, evil-as-Fuck production (see "Klink") that leaves you wondering how the Fuck you'd explain this to anyone you met eyes with at a stoplight (it would probably go something like "Embalming fluid is a hell of a drug- would you like to beat the shit out of a snare drum now?").

The videos, low budget seisure inducers that look like they were shot on a viewfinder, are perfect visual backdrops for the insanity that is this album (free download, http://thirdworlds.net). Confusing as Fuck, interesting, and most importantly (why do so many rappers forget this?) entertaining.

Favorite track on Ex-Military as of 9:46 AM: Takyon