Death Grips, the reliably unreliable experimental trio (sometimes duo), has called it quits. For a lot of us, it's hard news to take in. They've consistently surprised us, whether it's pleasantly or unpleasantly, and they always kept things interesting. With so many manufactured acts who value money, sales figures, and accessibility over art, Death Grips was truly something unique and compelling, even if you didn't love their music. Without them, the music industry will be considerably less exciting.
To honor DG, we decided to take a look back at their strange existence, from a string of skipped concerts to a penis on an album cover. RIP, Death Grips.Continue Reading