Death Grips – Ex-military Review

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This is an album where I really love what I’m hearing, but I am 100% positive that most of you will really hate this album. This is some really polarizing, experimental, and weird music. Death Grips is an experimental hip-hop/rap trio from Sacramento, California. The group members are: Stefan Burnett (MC Ride), Andy Morin, and Zach Hill. Of these three members, the only notable one to have done any work prior to joining Death Grips was Zach Hill, who has done solo work for the band Hella. Without further ado, let’s get into the music.

Let’s start with the beats. Zach Hill’s performance is nothing short of incredibly sporadic and energetic. His high-tone electronics to back his drumming definitely keep the album intense – there’s never a dull or calm moment. Just when you think the music is going to settle down, it just hits you even heavier than before.

There are elements of some other genres, such as Noise and Punk. Some of the tracks, like Guillotine and Takyon to name a few, really keep you on edge the entire time with their heavy bass backing tracks and highly intense vocal delivery from MC Ride. On the other hand, most of the other tracks on this mixtape are very skippy and repetitive. Trust me, when I say this, MC Ride literally screams on this record. Like, actually screams at the top of his lungs on some of these tracks.

Overall, the production and the beats are nothing short of excellent. Everything about the production on this album feels intentional: the skippy beats, glitchy electronics, the intense drumming, et cetera. Nothing feels like it’s accidental or poorly pieced together. Musically speaking, the production paints a dark and ugly background, for an even darker and uglier character being portrayed by Stefan Burnett (MC Ride) in lyrics.

The first track on this album, Beware, starts off with an interview clip of Charles Manson with a guitar playing in the background. I feel that this song really gives you the first taste of this roller coaster of an album that you’re about to experience.

Many of the lyrics in this album can be described as angry, violent, and sort of the epitome of the most primal urges of mankind. The songs Spread Eagle Cross the Block and I Want It I Need It are lyrically about a man’s (MC Ride most likely) prowl for sex, drugs, and how these addictions can turn a person terrible and greedy. This album is intentionally violent, angry, and just all out ugly. Ugly isn’t supposed catchy or have a conventional structure.

Overall, I would rate this album a 9/10. I can’t say much more other than you really just have to listen to this album yourself to fully understand what I’m talking about.

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Morgan’s day on 9/11

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Kameron Murray
Mr.Bearson
English 3
06 October 2016​
A Day In American History: Witness To Mass Destruction
On September 11, 2001, on a clear Tuesday morning in New York City, Morgan Davis, college student at NYU is eyewitness to American Airlines Flight 11 crash into the World Trade Center from local coffee shop two blocks west of the building. She shares her story for the first time.
I was meeting a friend from my cardiology class, at the nearest star bucks to get some extra studying in for our big final exam coming up. I arrived at the coffee shop around 8:30 that morning, a little earlier than we had planned for so I could watch the news update on Heath Ledger’s’ new movie coming out, “ A Knight’s Tale”. All of a sudden I hear a loud screeching noise, and then a loud roar coming from outside the window I was sitting at. I look away from the television and to my bewilderment I see the hijacked plane coming straight for the World Trade Center, causing an enormous explosion. A feeling of confusion, and pure shock floods my thoughts. All I can do is just stare at the pandemonium happening before my eyes. Moments later the news switches back on and it is up until that point I realized it wasn’t an accident of any sort. Everyone in the coffee shop stares at the television, in utter shock, watching the live broadcast. That’s when I heard the second plane screaming in.
The blast was substantially bigger and closer to our building; the explosion was so powerful that it shook the entire shop. At that very moment the entire streets fled with panic and colossal anarchy. The news broadcast alerted to remain calm and evacuate the streets immediately. Until the announcement it never occurred to me that my friend never showed up to meet me to study, and I began to fill with alarm and dismay. I wondered if she had been on her way and something terrible had happened to her involving the crash. I called her immediately, dialing her number as fast as I could. She didn’t pick up, which made my feelings of terror intensify. I phone her again and right before the very last ring, she answers.
I remember the conversation like it only happened yesterday; it’s burned into my memory forever. I demanded to know if she was okay and a few seconds went by and I asked her again, she replied with a faint “no”. At that point I knew something was something was very wrong. In the background of the call I could hear crying, screaming, engines and sirens blasting. I asked where she was and what happened so I could get her help, she simply responded “ Church Street”. I knew exactly where to go, I began running there, unable to wait for a taxi since the traffic was so dense and I needed to get to her as fast as possible. I arrive to a side street, near Battery Park I search for her car. It’s nearly impossible to locate anything through the clouds of dust coming from the explosion. I cover my mouth and nose in my scarf and keep in pursuit of her car, seeking to find her alive.
I spot her car on the passageway into the park, and I couldn’t even comprehend the thoughts racing through my mind. Without even thinking I found myself running over to the crowd of people surrounding the two other vehicles that collided into hers. I see her entire bumper and driver’s’ side crunched, with her lying sideways in her seat, head on the dashboard. I couldn’t tell if she was alive or not, I phoned and reported the incident to 911 right away, telling them to bring 3 ambulance. I knew there would be a delay since there was already response teams at the world trade center just a few blocks down. Quickly panicking I run around to the passenger side door, using all my strength to wrench the door open, attempting to get my friend out from the demolished vehicle. I pull her out from underneath the deployed airbag.
I check her pulse; from how fast it was slowing down I could tell she wasn’t going to survive if she didn’t receive immediate medical care. I began to tear up, trying to process what has happened today. I keep talking to her, making sure she stays conscious, like it’s all I know to do. As I talk to her she slowly goes limp, and all I can do is keep talking to her. Minutes later the ambulance finally comes, racing down the street. By the time the paramedics rush out of the vehicles it’s too late for her. They take her lifeless body out of my arms and ask me to come with them to identify her, and see if I need any medical care, while they attend to the others involved in the collision. I was so out of it that everything from that point was a blur of sadness and confusion.

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This is MORGAN

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Morgan a nice caring person who see’s everyone for who they are and what their worth is. At student just like her friends, not a procrastinator. Loves to go after school to chill at coffee shops to work on homework while she listens to old 90s music and sips on her favorite ice caramel latte. She strives to work hard in school for her dream job to become a Victoria secret model. After the coffee shop she’ll go to her brothers football games with her dad while her dad teaches her about the beautiful game which her family envies. Always smiling an joyful, very respectful and sweet to everyone. She lives to watch scary movies because she loves the feeling of being frightened,spooked. At the same time she likes all the romance and lovey dovy movies like “10 things about you”. When she hangs out with her fiends she likes to watch Netflix while eating twix and chocolate froyo with captain crunch without the berries in it. Morgan goes out to play lacrosse because she has a passion for it. Also relieves her stress and anger. She used to be really shy and would not be able to talk in front of people in class but she has over grown that and is outgoing towards her classmates.

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Extra credit: Review of Homecoming by, Sophie Eiserman Period 2

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Extra credit: Review of homecoming

On Saturday October 8th, I went to Rio’s homecoming. It was held at school in the small gym. I went with a group of six people, Erin, Ava, and Drew, Gala, Alexa, and myself. Before we went to homecoming we all decided to meet at Ava’s to take fun pictures with signs that said Rio 2016 Homecoming. After we took pictures we went to Arigato sushi for dinner. After that we decided to walk across the street to pink berry to get some frozen yogurt. After we had dinner it was finally time to go to homecoming, we drove in two cars and got dropped off at Rio. We got there just in time to be let in. Erin, Ava, Gala, and I were all wearing heels so we went and checked our shoes into the coach check and then went into the dance. After that we just hung out in the gym and danced. I really enjoyed going with some of my friends to dinner and taking pictures, but the actual dance was surprisingly not that fun. The reason I thought it wasn’t that fun was because the music was not very good, all the songs were either really old or ones that no one knew. I thought this event was important because it was my first homecoming and I was really excited about it, but then I was let down that the dance wasn’t actually that fun.

This is one of the pictures we took at Ava's

This is one of the pictures we all took at Ava’s

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