Nico Callaghan
While I’ve maintained that Death Grips’ compositions are at their most intriguing and haunting (and consequently penetrative) when Ride goes fully off the crazy end of wherever the fuck he hangs out (“Come up and get me”), there’s a special quality to the tracks that deal simultaneously in Ride’s more subdued and extreme performances.
12y
Their unintentional beauty lulls us into a dream recovery of haze and vapor, and we’re privy to a similar slip into obscurity and decay.
3y
EP2 is a refreshing and remarkably concise collaborative effort, showing that, given the right push, FKA twigs is more than capable of crafting an environment that is stimulating on both aesthetic and intellectual levels.
12y
It’s easy to be overwhelmed by the excess of vague statements about “love” and false sentiments that plague this album. They obliterate any subtle expression or connection to the listener beyond low-order thinking — the band just bludgeons the listener with generic narcissistic drivel.
11y
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