Death Grips

Looking at the penis on the cover of Death Grips’ latest album, you might think the trio is overcompensating for something.

It doesn’t have to prove anything.

“NO LOVE DEEP WEB” takes the noisy successes of “Exmilitary” and “The Money Store” to the next level. If the band’s extreme music sounded like it might quickly grow stale, Death Grips is here to power drill your doubts away.

MC Ride sounds like he’s possessed by six demons, each trying to speak through him more loudly than the last.

It makes him hard to believe when he repeatedly shouts, “I’ve got some shit to say/Just for the fuck of it.”

This music sounds like it matters from start to finish, from every cymbal crash to every voice break.

“Lil boy” roars against twinkling keys and prison sirens. “World of Dogs” menacingly reassures, “It’s all suicide,” while noisy samples sputter in the background. In 45
minutes, the album never lets go.

“NO LOVE DEEP WEB” earns the surprise free release. It earns the ALL CAPS title. It earns the penis. It even earns its place among the best albums this year.

By Patrick Beane