Dogs at the End of the World

Death Grips in 2012 were operating at a frequency nobody else was near. The Money Store had done its damage in spring; No Love Deep Web arrived unannounced in September with a hand-drawn dick on the master tape, which was somehow the least confrontational thing about it. World of Dogs fits the same register: dense, antagonistic, the kind of track that makes you feel like something is being done to you rather than played at you. Stefan Burnett screaming over what sounds like machinery catching fire. If you needed proof that noise and rap could share the same body without either one surviving the arrangement, this was your year.