Look, you know the drill by now. Every part of the instrumentation is submerged in effects, the vocals will sink in and out of the mix at random whilst retaining that shit-scary edge, an ill-fitting sample will appear whenever it sees fit and it’ll all be over before you know it. Whilst the template of Death Grips last three releases hasn’t changed radically, it’s a good indicator that The Money Store will see them ditch the precision-aimed anarchy of Exmilitary and embrace a more fluid and more lo-fi sound. Maybe. With this lot it’s equally likely these are all red herrings and we should prepare ourselves for bludgeoning walls of unending sound violence intercut with the last words of death row prisoners. And as long as Death Grips are at the helm, that’s a-ok with me.
Ned Powley
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