By now we know the threesome don't do things in conventional ways, this London show is testament to that.
Generally when a magazine or website wants to cover a show for a band, they’ll send the lovely PR person a note asking for a couple of guest list slots and that’ll be that. Suffice it to say that – as with everything else – things work a little bit differently with Death Grips. With no discernible PR or record label to grease the gears, getting a slot at tonight’s sold-out Village Underground show involves haggling with a beleaguered tour manager, rocking up on the night and hoping for the best.
Once inside though, all of that is forgotten. In fact, for 90 minutes, Death Grips’ punishing, 100-decibel whirlwind of hip-hop, hardcore punk and industrial music is utterly all-consuming. From the off, a shirtless, muscle-bound MC Ride utterly dominates the stage; alternating between prowling, one-footed jumping and lunging towards either the crowd or his bandmates, depending on how the mood takes him. He delivers verses rat-a-tat in time with the music with machine-gun precision.