Licensed To Ill

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Every few year, well-meaning critics ask if The Beastie Boys’ 1986 debut album “holds up.” But that question misses the point: <i>Licensed to Ill</i> is one of the most colossally gleeful, goofy in-jokes ever recorded. It’s many thing, in fact: It’s the product of three snotty punks who brought anarchic energy to New York’s burgeoning rap scene. It’s an homage to the flotsam and jetsam of ’80s pop culture, a rejection of the band’s upper-crust origin, and a vibrant vehicle for the tongue-in-cheek libido and exuberance of youth. And it catapulted three young men into superstardom. The Beastie Boy, with an able assist from producer Rick Rubin—who was still in an NYU dorm at the time—pulled off a neat trick in marrying rock’s searing edge to the verbal interplay of nascent hip-hop. And they did it without trying to hide their origins: They were three Jewish kids from Manhattan, and they rapped like it. It’s clear something is cockeyed from the first track, “Rhymin’ and Stealin’.” Samples of Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath collide with bravado-drenched verses about pirate, Moby Dick, Colonel Sander, and Betty Crocker. It just gets weirder from there, with the purposely boneheaded “Fight for Your Right,” which simultaneously mocks <i>and</i> fuels party culture, and the backwards beat of “Paul Revere,” the band’s nonsensical origin story. And the anthemic “No Sleep Till Brooklyn” remains a headbanger’s delight. .

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