| Pitchfork |
In 2000, back when the Black Eyed Peas were merely a poor man's Jurassic 5 and Sean Combs was still Puffy, underground hip-hop agitator Mike Ladd gathered up an army of art-rap cohorts to create the Infesticons. Their album Gun Hill Road, a concept record about a group of b-boy foot soldiers defending their Brooklyn turf against the encroachments of a horde of "jiggy" invaders (remember that pejorative?), was a shining example of how accessibly avant-garde indie rap could be at the turn of the millennium, all engaging logorrhea flow and death-jazz beats. Round two of the stated Infesticons trilogy was given over to their enemies/alter egos the Majesticons, whose 2003 Beauty Party was a parody of gentrified hustler culture drenched in curdled Moët. As high-concept three-part genre-deconstruction epics went, this war seemed like it'd build to a cataclysmic conclusion on the final album.Just one problem: that final album has arrived seven full years after that last Majesticons salvo, and an entire decade after the whole scuffle began. Beauty Party was initially branded as a goof on chart rap. But after all this time, its crass, synthesized club-rap buzz sounds-- whether by design or accident-- like a sharp dissection of so-called hipster rap, pseudo-Diplo rather than mock-Diddy. And that war was waged what seems like ages ago. The outro track of Bedford Park practically admits as much, a dazed Ladd emerging from the rubble to the shell-shocked realization that "I don't even think they remember... there ain't even underground hip hop or Top 40 hip hop no more, it's just bright rainbow and neon shit everywhere. Electro rap! I'm so fucking lost."...full text |
| Altsounds |
| The Infesticons are ostensibly the brainchild of Mike Ladd, a producer and performer hailing from New York who has set about constructing a trilogy of Infesticons albums with "Bedford Park" being the final instalment. Featuring a series of guests, including Saul Williams, Creature, Juice Aleem and Seraphim of No Surrender, "Bedford Park" takes in all of Ladd’s enthusiasms, from hip-hop to punk to funk and indie. The erudite Ladd is a man of letters too, having received an MA in Poetry from Boston University, but ultimately there is a big sense of fun and irreverence pervading this release. Every track on the album is considered an anthem and 'Blocking Door Anthem' begins proceedings with a frenetic dose of hip-hop and roll. Apart from the programmed beats, it sounds more like a band than a man and his machines, augmented by a passionate vocal delivery and grungy guitar sounds. We then move to 'Gonna Anthem' featuring a sample from the legendary 13th Floor Elevators track 'You’re Gonna Miss Me'. It’s more like a slow burn groove, the guitars still out front giving the rapping space to breathe....full text |
| Parisdjs |
| The third and final part of Mike Ladd's epic Infesticons concept trilogy, Bedford Park sees the remnants of the Infesticons' marching band emerge from a bunker to find out that not only is the war with the Majesticons over, but no one can even remember who either side are. With various guests including Saul Williams, Creature, Juice Aleem and Seraphim (of No Surrender), Ladd fashions a ragged punk-blues noise for this strange, beautiful and funny coda, a sound which has already been described as "Dinosaur Jr by Black people." Infesticons - Bedford Park (2xLP/Download) Big Dada BD163/BDDNL163, 2010-05-24 Tracklisting : 01. Blockin' Door Anthem 02. Gonna Anthem 03. Dirty Ol' Men Anthem 04. Plane Anthem 05. Forever Anthem 06. Kick Anthem 07. Give Em Anthem 08. Hang It Up Anthem 09. Word Sin Anthem 10. Bombs Anthem 11. Get Along Anthem 12. Sky's Anthem 13. Outro...full text |
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In 2000, back when the Black Eyed Peas were merely a poor man's Jurassic 5 and Sean Combs was still Puffy, underground hip-hop agitator Mike Ladd gathered up an army of art-rap cohorts to create the Infesticons. Their album Gun Hill Road, a concept record about a group of b-boy foot soldiers defending their Brooklyn turf against the encroachments of a horde of "jiggy" invaders (remember that pejorative?), was a shining example of how accessibly avant-garde indie rap could be at the turn of the millennium, all engaging logorrhea flow and death-jazz beats. Round two of the stated Infesticons trilogy was given over to their enemies/alter egos the Majesticons, whose 2003 Beauty Party was a parody of gentrified hustler culture drenched in curdled Moët. As high-concept three-part genre-deconstruction epics went, this war seemed like it'd build to a cataclysmic conclusion on the final album.