Number 113 – Brutal possibly insane experimental hip hop punk rock from Sacramento
I Want It I Need it (death heated) – Death Grips – Chosen by SWC – Taken from ‘Exmilitary’ LP (2011)
This was the week when I was supposed to be in Scotland. Back in May, Mrs SWC, Princess SWC and I were all invited to a big wedding at a world famous chapel on Bank Holiday Monday. The bride to be is the daughter of a very high ranking army official and the groom is a high flying banker or hedge fund manager or something. Mrs SWC knows the bride to be through work, I’ve met her perhaps six times, and have never met him. The wedding is going to be quite a lavish occasion. We’re talking guests arriving by helicopters, that sort of thing, not us you understand we’ll turn up in my fifteen year old BMW with Dizzee Rascal blaring out of the windows and shirts untucked, scuffed shoes, and Jaffa Cake stains around our mouths. Then we’ll sit in the corner and no one will speak to us.
My plan was to get the wedding out of the way, pack the family back off to Devon and then hot foot it to Glasgow and meet up with JC and any other bloggers from Scotland who happened to be around. That was my plan. Around July I would email JC with the dates that I would be around and look forward to the carnage unfurling.
Fast forward to July 16th and another letter dropped onto the doormat of SWC towers. It is from the bride to be and the wedding has been cancelled. No explanations were given. Just, ‘Sorry the wedding is off’. Three days ago (and it’s the 22th August as I type this) I find out the real reason why, or rather my wife does at a social function through work, she of course tells me.
“You know that wedding in Scotland, that was suddenly cancelled” I nod, I’m trying to read Fidel Castro’s autobiography at the moment, communism is hard going even without interruptions.
“I know why it was cancelled. Put the book down, this will make you drop it” I immediately put the book down.
“You know that party that I went to at that big house up on Dartmoor (this will be the grooms family summer residence, a small eight bedroomed place with a pool, helipad and private chapel), the one with the pool (Told you)” I nod.
“Well, after I left apparently it all went a bit pear shaped, I mean it didn’t go pear shaped because I left, but it just did”. I nodded again slowly, wishing she would just tell me. “anyway”, she continued, “the bride (obviously she used her real name here), went to look for the groom but couldn’t find him anywhere. So she wanders around a bit, then nips to the bathroom in one of the guest bedrooms as she was walking past it and felt the need.”
Mrs SWC stops and grabs a Jaffa Cake from the packet, eats its really slowly, you know the cake bit first to leave just the chocolate and smashing orangey bit, then she continues, she is the champion of Dramatic Effect. I look at her, eyebrows raised.
“So she walks into the bathroom and finds the groom on his knees giving her brother, HER BROTHER (repeated in a raised voice for effect, see what I mean), a blowjob, a good one as well by the apparent look on his face.”
She stands up, waiting for my response, which is first, an expletive, followed by uncontrolled laughter, and then sensing her cross look, a quick, “Oh, Oh my that’s, well terrible…” More laughter.
So that folks is why I am not in Scotland this week.
Moving on, Death Grips, are one of the few bands that Badger and I disagree on. I love them, he doesn’t get them. They make brutally raw hip hop fused with rock and samples. They are a bit of an enigma. They are forever splitting up and then reforming and then releasing tracks over the internet via download only. A few years back, after a furious row with their record company they took their much anticipated new album away and released it for free (without the permission of the record company) from their own website. But not only that they removed the scheduled art work and replaced it with an erect knob, with the name of the album written in black pen down the side of it (we’ve come full circle here I think), right then at that moment in time, Death Grips were the most punk rock band on the planet. They were a brilliantly chaotic band.
‘I Want It I Need it’ is taken from their debut album ‘Exmilitary’ and again they suffer from having previously been spoken about before on here, because the Charles Manson sampling ‘Beware’ should be featured here but instead I’ve gone for the next best track on the debut album which has another sample that some of you may recognise….
Oh and Bjork fans may wish to check out the Death Grips album ‘Niggas On the Moon’ as she features on every track.
Spread Eagle Cross the Block
Takyon (Death Yon)