April 21, 2012

Legacy

1xLP 

Listening to Death Grips is kind of like jumping headfirst into a freezing lake, or narrowly avoiding a car collision. It's kind of like pushing a spoon between your teeth and twisting, or tripping on a spike bat. Or brushing your teeth with vinegar. It's kind of like tripping on the curb and bashing your head on the pavement. It's like flossing with barbed wire. Listening to Death Grips is kind of like staring at the album art for The Money Store too closely for too long. Listening to Death Grips is kind of like that, except not really, because there's nothing really like listening to Death Grips.