Fashion Week is such a weirdly cool detour in the Death Grips catalog. Instead of MC Ride destroying microphones for 40 minutes, the album lets Zach Hill and Andy Morin fully flex their production style. The result feels like a cyberpunk runway show happening inside an abandoned megacity.
Niggas on the Moon feels like Death Grips broadcasting from another planet. It’s probably their most alien-sounding project, with the chopped-up Björk samples acting like an entirely new instrument rather than traditional vocals.
Government Plates is probably the strangest Death Grips album up to this point. While The Money Store is all about giant hooks and No Love Deep Web is all about raw intimidation, Government Plates feels like getting lost inside a malfunctioning operating system.
If The Money Store feels like a neon cyberpunk riot, No Love Deep Web feels like the empty streets afterward. Darker, colder, more stripped-down, more paranoid.
If Exmilitary was the sound of kicking the door down, The Money Store is the sound of building an entire city inside the wreckage.