The money store

"This isn't really a rap record, and it's certainly not a rock affair. It's not an industrial set, and few high-profile DJs are about to slip its tracks into their dancefloor programmes. It is a Death Grips record, simple as; a completely successful experiment in isolating artistry from external pressures to produce an artefact that will inform pioneers-to-come. Aww, fuck it... album of the year, in this house at least. Get yourself in a chokehold and enjoy the Ride".

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"Death Grips are angry. It's unclear why. But their thirst for vengeance, their monomaniacal desire to visit fiery destruction on the powers-that-be, is crystal-clear on The Money Store, even if nothing else-- where the hell this album came from; who plays which instrument; what the lead singer is yelling about; and what on earth this band of insurgents is doing signing an Epic Records contract with L.A. Reid-- makes much sense at all. When playing this album, the only thing I'm sure of is my overwhelming desire to split my forehead open on a cinder block".

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