Death Grips
The Money Store

Sometimes it happens that you listen to an album and you suddenly start transforming into a nihilist philosopher and feel so permeated by a profound sense of disgust, on the brink of a cosmic pessimism. You feel like saying that, by now, nothing makes sense anymore.

The tone is quite extreme and (almost) apocalyptic, I know, but this is more or less what happened to me while listening to "The Money Store" by Death Grips.

These guys make a kind of hip-hop (?!) filled with glitch, crude and pointless electronic experiments (I would rather call them atrocities), beats with unpredictable tempos that speed up and slow down suddenly (yes, because they seem so "alternative", like: "hell yeah, check out what a crazy change these guys are pulling ").

In short, you could say that the whole thing consists of an inconsistent and senseless jumble of the most disparate samples and the continuous yelling of insane nigga.

Given my basic and school-level English, I didn’t spend much time analyzing and listening carefully to the lyrics (nor am I interested in doing so), but from what I managed to grasp, there’s absolutely nothing to analyze.

Yo, yo, fuck, fuck, bitch... bitch... bitch (yes, occasionally there’s some delay, just thrown in haphazardly), trrr, hey, hey, check, tic, whouwhau, fuck that... Ok, that's enough.

Masochistically, I managed, after several efforts, to listen to it all the way through. Then I started to have nervous tics, I wanted to hit anyone who crossed my path, and finally, I had the urge to repeatedly hammer my balls.

If I wanted to, I could take the album lightly, as I think the same "artists" themselves do (or at least I hope so), but in reality, I can’t.

I can't because I start looking around, and I see that this album is praised left and right, even being considered among the best albums of 2012 (according to the Rate Your Music rankings). An absurd and shameful hype, in my opinion.

Now, everyone can listen to whatever they like, for what it's worth. Everyone has their own tastes, it's true. But when I see many people attributing artistic value to these "works," I start to get pissed off, and quite a lot.

Well, I almost think that probably I'm the one who doesn't understand a thing about this pseudo-industrial-experimental-glitch-alternative hip hop chaos.

So, if you consider me ignorant on the matter, I'm ready to receive any valid teaching, aimed at making me take back everything I've written so far.