Review Summary: Only thing to do now is dance and look up.21 of 25 thought this review was well written
Consider my rating for The Money Store
a placeholder for when I figure out if insanity is a good or bad thing. The Money Store
, taking bits of industrial, glitch, noise, and of course hip-hop, is so urgent, so
in the moment that it's nearly impossible to resist its grip. Every song is like a surge of energy, everything cranked up to 11 and shaking. Yes, Exmilitary
did this too, but there was no room for the rage so it became claustrophobic and stagnant. The Money Store
takes that discontent and implodes it, sending it in a trillion different psychotic directions that incredibly and monumentally you can dance your ***
off to. This is pop going through the meat grinder at full speed and yet these songs can be stuck in your head(ache) for days. Never has anything so ugly and paranoid and unsettling and disorienting been so catchy and memorable.
Congrats to Epic on this one. Those masochists just signed a band perfectly content with throwing a flaming comet at the music industry. The Money Store
is anti-corporate, anti-structure. It is The Joker sticking his head out of a car window looking insane, the grim reaper's psyche while he does his dirty work. With The Money Store
, Death Grips are the ones pushing the hip-hop medium forward (something hinted at by Shabazz Palaces last year but this takes it to a whole other level), similar to what Age of Adz
did to the indiesphere at the turn of the decade. The Money Store
changes the game forever - the house has fallen, the birds have landed. Only thing to do now is dance and look up.