Death Grips - The Fever (Aye Aye)
Death Grips - The Fever (Aye Aye) from “The Money Store”
out April 24, 2012 on Epic Records
Death Grips - Lost Boys (practice)
Boredoms Announce 111 Boadrum For 11/11/11
Like they did on 7/7/07 with 77 Boadrum, 8/8/08 with 88 Boadrum, ’09 with Boadrum 9, and last year with, you got it, Boadrum 10, the numerological experimentalist heroes of Boredums will assemble another world-class drum circle this year, on the corresponding date, with an appropriate number of percussionists. This site has details (via P4K) These things are an incredible amount of fun — I caught the original in 2007 and saw it again two years later at ATP (where we had most of them recreate it on arcade games) — and if I were a man of leisure and means, I’d probably book a ticket to Australia because the photos for its location, Island Ferry, look properly drum-circleable, and also because trips to Australia are generally a great idea. This year it’s 11 drummers (including Boadrum vets Hishaam Bharoocha and Zach Hill) and 100 cymbal players. If you want in on the cymbal action, the application to join is here. And if you want to see some Boadrum vets do something pretty Boadrum-esque, check out this clip of Bharoocha with Man Man’s Pow Pow and Deerhoof’s Greg Saunier at this summer’s performance of IIII at Union Pool.
Hella Q&A with Rock A Rolla Magazine
Death Grips Go On Tour, Now You Know It
This latest Death Grips video is for “Known For It”, one of the more esoteric songs off of the Ex Military mixtape. This is something of a jazz-hip-punk blended concoction, it’s difficult to dance to, not a song you yell to, but both are possible with the right syncopated mind set.
Death Grips are also going on tour, hitting up Montreal, one city in Scotland that starts with the letter G, and a few dates in England, where they’ve been very much anticipated, NME included them in their last issue’s 25 Artists to Watch (and presumably Listen) along with a large photo from their Brooklyn Market Hotel show. Well, they’ve been anticipated everywhere judging by the fan comments (Seattle, Italy, Germany,) .
Dates and places below, or just go to their shows page that helpfully links to ticket purchases:
Sept 23 Montreal (Pop Montreal) @ Club Lambi
Sept 25 London (ATP presents) @XOYO
Sept 27-Manchester @ Islington Mill
Sept 28-Leeds (VICE presents) @ Nation of Shopkeepers
Sept 29-Glasgow @ Captain’s Rest
Sargent House Zach Hill September Release Sale
In honor of our love of all things Zach Hill we thought it appropriate to share his bounty. So we made a Vinyl and CD deal so you can have all three of the releases Sargent House has put out of his for a mighty fine price! All this month we will have the Zach Hill Ultimate bundles in Effect!
Hella - Tripper ( The New Album from Hella! Zach Hill & Spencer Seim)
Zach Hill - Face Tat (Why Haven’t you Already Got this!)
Bygones - by - (Zach Hill and Nick Reinhart join forces, the outcome = sweet)
and you can add a Zach Hill or Hella T-Shirt to the pile as well. Nice.
posted by Sargent House.
NPR Song of the Day : Hella “Headless”
Hella: Scribbling Outside The Lines
Hella’s Zach Hill and Spencer Seim don’t just color outside the lines of rock ‘n’ roll — they scrawl all over the page, across the tabletop and into the next room. Depending on your perspective, the result is either a dazzlingly unruly abstraction or an unholy mess.
The Sacramento instrumental duo has basically one setting, and it’s full-speed-ahead sensory overload. Hill’s polyrhythmic drum assault and Seim’s jittery, Beefheart-by-way-of-Bad Brains guitar parts volley and tangle frenetically, battling to occupy every square inch of sonic real estate. Needless to say, it’s not easy listening, but with a little patience, unsnarling the duo’s dueling lines can yield exhilarating rewards.
Death Grips: Beware
Adding even more heat to their mind-melting track, ”Beware,” Death Grips have come up with an equally explosive video. Filmed in the California High Desert, the video starts with a sequence of fire-infused day shots on top of an epically disturbing sample from a Charles Manson interview. After some trippy night shots of the running Death Grips MC, he’s showered with patterns of synchronized, firework-like sparks as the loaded lyrics unfold and refold. —Coco Zoabi,International Tapes
“Beware” is the opening track of Death Grips’ Exmilitary debut LP, which you can download for free at thirdworlds.net. They’ll also be playing the Mad Decent Block Party in Los Angeles on Aug 20th and have plans to tour the US this October.
The Quietus: Relentless Raw Movement: Death Grips Interviewed
Death Grips are the singularly most exciting new thing we have heard in 2011. John Calvert asks Flatlander about their methodology, hip hop, Odd Future, California and mental illness. Image courtesy Death Grips.
Brutal, bodacious, ugly like twisted-metal, obnoxious as a shot-out kneecap, completely barmy. Lightning Bolt are great aren’t they? If only they made hip hop like that. And as if by magic… For a neat description of Death Grips’ ungodly racket you need only take a stroll through MC Ride’s diseased mind, essentially the de facto setting for the West Coasters’ Exmilitary, the most scintillatingly confrontational hip hop album to emerge in years. Between foretelling divine wrath, blatting out nightmarish free associative imagery and remonstrating with nearby squirrels, the interfacial, disembodied MC Ride - a damned soul in a twisted bind - will proffer the odd phrase perfectly in step with the acid bath terror-ride unfolding around him. It might be in the context of eating a dead dog he found behind the house, but there’s something self-reflexive about talk on ‘Guillotine’ of “relentless raw movement” and “hidden art, between and beneath” or “serial number, killing machine…stomp music seriously!” - the later of which more or less nails it. Put’ em all together and you get the idea: murder spelt backwards is MC Ride and if pain be the great educator, it’s back to school with you. Guillotine… Yah!
Bona fide hip hop phenoms, MC Ride, Mexican Girl, Info Warrior, back-room tsar Flatlander and polymath drummer Zach Hill are collectively the masterminds behind what after three months of listening still seems like a freak occurrence in the genre. Exmilitary reboots the very form itself, engineering an unconstructed, wires-exposed killing machine for the despatching of rap’s moneyed dandies, and a constant, indeed relentless source of delight for extreme music fans. The purest affront on cashmoney culture you could conceive of, their incendiary mixtape outguns, outwits and quite simply puts to shame their domesticated counterparts in the trebly heights of chintzy Diamante-rap.
Many Moods - Collaboration with Delicate Steve for Japan
** All Proceeds go to The Japan Chernobyl Foundation (JCF). **
We’re very happy to get the chance to help the JCF with this song. We set it up as a ‘pay what you will’ download, with all proceeds going to the Japan Chernobyl Foundation. Any donation would mean a lot to the organization who are currently very active in the earthquake and nuclear accident relief effort. You can read more about it here: jcf.ne.jp/about/about7.html. The track is also available as a free download. Thanks for listening~~~
Interview with Midtown Monthly
I’m just going to say it: Zach Hill is the most extreme musician in Sacramento. A self-taught drummer and founding member of the deconstructionist duo Hella, Hill has earned accolades and fans both here and abroad for his signature brand of hyperkinetic drum destruction.
Hill’s double-kick crunch has found him collaborating with a veritable who’s-who of indie-rock: Marnie Stern, Wavves, The Mars Volta’s Omar Rodríguez-López, Prefuse 73, Deftones’ Chico Moreno, Matmos, Pinback’s Rob Crow, Deerhoof’s Greg Saunier, and Joanna Newsom (to name but a very, very few).
Hill’s artistic endeavors also include his illustrated book, Destroying Yourself Is Too Accessible, (which came packaged with Masculine Drugs, the Zach Hill and Holy Smokes album) and a line of T-shirts for Altamont, the clothing company featuring his graphics.
Currently, Hill splits his time between his solo work, the Japanese drum juggernaut Boredoms, and the rap-punk of Death Grips.
Midtown Monthly: When did you first start drumming?
Hella Tripper - Pre Orders
Death Grips “Spread Eagle Cross the Block”
Death Grips - Spread Eagle Cross The Block
no stock footage — 916 ripping it
Directed by: Terroreyes / Contributers: Sean Stout, Danny Seo, Abner Requanna
Skaters: Tristen Moss, Vincent Thor Kenney, Shane Headlock, Kyle Duval, Rob Mason, Taylor Bingaman, Brent Wilson, Apollo Cuts & Cody McEntire
Stereogum premieres First Track from new Hella album
In 2007 I wrote a brief, less-than-positive review of Hella’s There’s No 666 In Outer Space, the record where the Sacramento noise-rock duo expanded to a quintet and started sounding like a rootsy Mars Volta. It appeared inSPIN. The guys gamely turned the pith into a t-shirt. My issue with There’s No 666 was (what I saw as) the aimlessness created by those extra members — i.e. the shift didn’t seem necessary. So then, four years later, it’s great to be able to announce that Hella have a new album on the horizon that finds the core of guitarist Spencer Seim and drummer extraordinaire Zach Hill back as a streamlined, well-oiled twosome. As of today the 10-song album has no title. Ditto this song. But you can still listen to it just fine. And it shreds.
- Hella – “Untitled”Download
Hella’s asking fans to create a video to go with the song. Once you do, post it to YouTube and/or the band’s Facebook page. The goal is to find “the most amazing, insane, awesome videos possible.”
Look for the album at the end of July or first week in August via Sargent House.
FADER: Death Grips “Guillotine It Goes Yah”
When you get an email that says INTENSE AVANT HIP HOP in the header you don’t think, you click on it and cross your fingers in hopes that it lives up to the claim. Sacramento crew Death Grips definitely does just that, for better or worse. “Guillotine It Goes Yah” and the accompanying Ex-Military mixtape proves that things really do go in cycles. The way that Bobby Brown was once amping like Michael, these dudes are amping like… um… maybe Dalek? Techno Animal? Anti-Pop Consortium? Atari Teenage Riot? (Google ‘em, kids… or don’t.) They’re definitely amping though, and with a very mid-to-late ’90s disposition. It harkens back to those golden days when we still thought the future of music would bring nothing but gltichy apocalyptic war cries, back before weed strains got better, everyone artsy signed up for Tumblr and subsequently fell into a collective nostalgic haze. The world may not exactly need a rap record at this pitch right now, but it’s refreshing to know that someone made it anyway. Angry and tormented rapping always wins.