Like it’s 1985 and there’s a hip hop party goin’ on (‘til the break of dawn, as per)awash with beer, beats and cowbells. Plus that usual Beastie barrage of addictive electronic samples that (for me at least) seem to always conjure up images of a household robot manically ironing the washing up and putting laundry in the dishwasher due to a wiring fault. See Exhibit A: fat digitized wah wah on ‘Make Some Noise’ and Exhibit B: creaky electro hook on the rumbling ‘Say It’. The dubby ‘Don’t Play No Game That I can't Win’ is a short breather between the album’s hefty first half (characterised by the thunderously bumping and be-Nas-ed ‘Too Many Rappers’) and the more experimentalish second, which includes ‘Multilateral Nuclear Disarmament’ a bulging slice of instrumental head-nodder fodder and the grinning frenzy of ‘Lee Majors Come Again (HSCPt2's 'Heart Attack Man') I loved every last buzz and bleep of it by the second listen.