By mothballing the swampy fug and tensile detail, this time Death Grips pivot on razor-edged resolve and naked might.
For now, at least, NO LOVE DEEP WEB is an extraordinary outlier in most every sense, an album with no definitive home or home turf aside from the millions who will likely download it.
Although it didn't initially scorch my face off like April's The Money Store did, it has made me realise how serious Death Grips are and has also made me recognise the amount of potential they possess.
One of the most interesting aspects of this record is how very paranoid it is, how it bites us on the hand when we get too close.
While No Love Deep Web is not the masterpiece The Money Store undeniably is, it still manages to be both a substantial step forward and, even more importantly, a work not easily forgotten.
With NO LOVE DEEP WEB, Death Grips continues to distort and debase the map of rap and punk
Musical growth takes a backseat to offensiveness, and the urgency that made the group so great before is gone as traits have become gimmicks and parody.
No Love Deep Web is a cautionary tale of misplaced punk ideals, a so-so album the group rushed to meet an arbitrary deadline it set for itself, then released in protest of a label it voluntarily signed to.