The third and final part of Mike Ladd’s Infesticons concept trilogy is probably the closest to “grunge rap” you would ever want to hear. Guest vocalists from the New York underground scene join Ladd in sneering, snarling, and screeching over mainly guitar- based background “noise.” Sexually graphic and unapologetically violent, this album at times veers into straight gangsta. Echoes of most influential contemporary hip hop artists can be heard. Distorted, raw, and largely unreflective, there are moments of relief—be it political or emotional—but hopes of any meaningful insight are usually crushed in the next line. Guns, girls, growls, and grunge.