Anybody still carrying a torch for Techno Animal's mighty "Brotherhood of the bomb" would have been hard-pressed to deny the sheer sonic delight that was Death Grips. On one level it was contrived Math-rocky smart-arsed take on Blog-cultures obsessive re-churn of the obscure and the unlikely juxtaposition (dude!!! you sampled Magma!!) with a kind of horrible schoolboyish obsession with instability and dark thoughts. WOOOOOOO!!!! I am a PSYCHO!!!!!
Or, it was a colossal piece of Grand Guignol messthetics. I chose the latter approach, despite misgivings and had to admit to finding it thrilling. Plus it pissed on that Odd Future record. Which I also quite liked.