Review: Death Grips – The Money Store
Published on May 11th, 2012 | Jonny Abrams
There’s been much online debate as to how exactly to bracket the abrasive sound of this Sacramento three-piece, suggesting that many people still feel they need to understand where a piece of music comes from before deciding for themselves whether it’s any good or not. Rocksucker would like to shove forward ‘purplemonkeydishwasher-pop’. What does it mean? Anything you want it to, baby.
“Get Got” kicks things off here with a warm, blaring electro stomp of a production, the shifts into double-time of which don’t at all throw off the cool, collected rap, which after this track is discarded for Stefan Burnett’s psychotic ranting.
For the most part this is compelling – for instance, there’s the berserk space-grime of “Hustle Bones”, which manages to sound like KRS-One and Antipop Consortium going insane while riding motorbikes, the whirring, pumped-up “I’ve Seen Footage”, the utterly unreal “System Blower” (speaker-blower, more like) and the tremendously rumbling, shouty, futuristic march of “Punk Weight”.
There even seems to be a furtive Beatles reference secreted about the jittery cartoon dubstep of “Double Helix” (“Blue Jay Way, don’t be long” – or at least that’s what it sounds like).
However, that smooth opening rap of “Get Got” could have done with a spot of replication across the album. Within the manageable running time – only one of the thirteen tracks here lasts beyond four minutes – Burnett’s often indecipherable vocal attacks don’t quite stray into headache-causing territory, but Death Grips’ next album could perhaps benefit from mixing it up a bit.
Rocksucker says: Three and a Half Quails out of Five!