Death grippin'

Death Grips was a sight to see. We barely stayed for two songs before we had to go to another act, but for a short time I was in his tent, in the presence of the grunge-rap supreme that is Death Grips. This was one of the hairiest ten minutes of the weekend. I witnessed two giant inflatable Ecstasy pills bounce over a crowd, a Coachella speaker system pushed to its limit, and got an elbow to the back of the head from an enthusiastic fan. It was at this point that I got the hell out.

Let’s start the show.