Death Grips

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I can’t say how good it is to find new music that I genuinely like. Be warned: this is not Barry Manilow. It’s somewhere between street-corner psychotic raving and skinny puppy.

Shot it up, get it hot, what
I know you know you said too much,
Did too much, way too much
Fuck that shit man that shit sucks

It’s raw enough to create the appearance of having no production values whatsoever and tight enough to slap you up side the head the instant you begin wondering if it’s just noise.

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    • Uriel
    • May 23rd, 2011

    Aha, You posted this on twitter a little while back. I like the guy’s style.

    • jane
    • May 23rd, 2011

    heheh …. (((Max))))

    • jane
    • May 23rd, 2011

    oh, hey Uriel, you have disappeared off facebook, what happened?

    • Uriel
    • May 24th, 2011

    Oh hi Jane. It’s temporary. Hope you had a grand old time in Spain.

    • Jane Wheeler
    • May 24th, 2011

    hi! yes, Spain was great, very busy what with one thing and another … hope you are still busy with acting and stuff …
    sorry Max, hi-jacking your blog!

    • nusz
    • May 25th, 2011

    i particularly enjoy the poetry of you discovering him now, of all times.

      • Max Bell
      • May 25th, 2011

      +10 points.

      I completely missed that one.

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