Brag your making music, naw you’re makin’ bacon/Skinhead, skinhead inna Dublin/I like my ipod more than fuckin’
from Inanimate Sensation lyrics by Death Grips
The opening vocal “engine revving,” like a kid fake-driving, reminds of that first DG impression – ‘is this amazing, or terrible?’ It becomes the former when the drums come in and Ride whisper-screams on technology sexualizing, poverty-power and originality over-powering copycats (cough, Kanye); [LISTEN].
