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This album starts with such promise. “Sure Shot” is such a nice dose of Beastie spaziness, and then they follow it up with a strange minute-long spurt of punk rock? Face it guys, you ain’t much in terms of a rock band. Watching and listening to Yauch try that bass scale on “Sabotage” is a painful experience–although it is a fun song. It’s almost as if these guys received too much praise for Check Your Head‘s stylistic switch-ups and have taken it to an extreme on this album–an extreme we could do without. It’s disjointed and thus not very memorable. I guarantee there are a bunch of people out there who own this album and have never listened to it past track seven–there doesn’t really seem to be a need.
