Memes, rage rap, performance art, commodity fetish. Welcome to Skeletrix Island.⁠ ⁠ Deploying his contemporaries’ typical sound kits to avant-garde aims, Skeletrix’s skewering of the hip-hop ecosystem would come across contrived or reactionary if the music wasn’t so engrossing. On his new double album Museum Music/Im a Monster, Skeletrix traces the veins of capital crisscrossing our 21st-century lives with wry aplomb over beats ranging from melancholic to malevolent. ⁠ ⁠ Playboi Carti and Kanye West are the clearest inspirations for their auteurism, but Museum Music is equally indebted to the mutated operatics of Trippie Redd and Travis Scott, digicore’s glitched out chaos and Death Grips’ unabashed aggression. Drugs, designer, fast cars, OnlyFans: when he labels himself a hedonist, it’s less “life of the party” than “downward spiral.” If hip-hop occasionally allows you to forget the root of all evil, Edward Skeletrix is here to remind you — just watch him hit this money spread real qu...