Leftfield New York poet-rapper Mike Ladd has already mapped out an apocalyptic musical future on previous solo albums as well as his Infesticons/Majesticons releases. But this could be his masterwork, a panoramic urban collage of verbal graffiti, syncopated retro-jive talk, gutter-punk street hassle...
Leftfield New York poet-rapper Mike Ladd has already mapped out an apocalyptic musical future on previous solo albums as well as his Infesticons/Majesticons releases. But this could be his masterwork, a panoramic urban collage of verbal graffiti, syncopated retro-jive talk, gutter-punk street hassle and bruise-black humour?”Dire Straits Play Nuremberg”, indeed. Adding techno belches and pizzicato strings to his gritty gumbo of lolloping anti-folk and junk-shop Afro-futurism, Ladd refreshes the bloodline of stoned-genius one-offs from Sun Ra to Hendrix, from Beck to Kool Keith.