Death Grips – Steroids (Crouching Tiger Hidden Gabber)

Continuously surprised at the evolution of Death Grips and what sounds they can push, meld and decimate. Since the first time Guillotine made me take notice several years back, it was clear Death Grips was something beyond genres and description.

Music this aggressive and agitating is certainly an acquired taste. However, it’s not difficult to process for someone with a background in experimental music. One thing that always irked me about rap, industrial, metal and drum and bass, and most awful combinations of any of those, is the obsession with the “purity” and the self-imposed confines of the genre itself. Imitation is the biggest form of flattery, but how can a genre, or even music, progress only looking back to itself for inspiration? Stagnation!

That’s where Death Grips is interesting–we can tell influences, however we can’t entirely say they are looking to the past or to peers for inspiration. This sort of proves that MAYBE Death Grips are time travelers that have studied the heaviest and abrasive of music from the future and brought it back with them to share with us peasants. I have no issues with saying Death Grips is one of the best “bands” of the decade.

From the opening bars of speed metal satisfaction, to the disjointed vocal delivery destroying you at the end of the mix–Steroids is quite a ride, and definitely worth completely losing your shit to. And the part that doesn’t make any sense–it’s super, super catchy.

Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory
Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory
Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory
Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory

It only gets us more excited for what the next release will bring.

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