Miss Violetta Beaureagarde is a one-woman wrecking ball: a sweaty, Italian mess of hip-hop, grindcore, sex, and savagery swinging straight for your face. Her latest record, the spiny Odi Profanum Vulgus Et Arceo (a Latin phrase that loosely translates to “I hate the common crowd and spurn them”), won‘t win her the attention of hyphy fans, but it might blow the mind of anyone willing to reconsider what hip-hop is, or can be. Like Peaches before her, Miss Violetta’s noise-fuck beats drip with femininity. But the aggro Italian is more concerned with breaking your ears than soundtracking Last Night’s Party.