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Genre:
Rap
Release Date: 03/28/1995
Run Time: 45:30
Perhaps
Licensed to Ill was inevitable -- a white group blending
rock and
rap, giving them the first number one album in
hip-hop history. But that reading of the album's history gives a short shrift to
the Beastie Boys; producer
Rick Rubin and his label,
Def Jam; and this remarkable record, since mixing
metal and
hip-hop isn't necessarily an easy thing to do. Just sampling and scratching
Sabbath and
Zeppelin to
hip-hop beats does not make for an automatically good record, though there is a visceral thrill to hearing those muscular riffs put into overdrive with scratching. But, much of that is due to the producing skills of
Rick Rubin, a metalhead who formed
Def Jam Records with
Russell Simmons and had previously flirted with this sound on
Run-D.M.C.'s
Raising Hell, not to mention a few singles and one-offs with
the Beasties prior to this record. He made
rap rock, but to give him lone credit for
Licensed to Ill (as some have) is misleading, since that very same combination would not have been as powerful, nor would it have aged so well -- aged into a
rock classic -- if it weren't for
the Beastie Boys, who fuel this record through their passion for subcultures, pop culture, jokes, and the intoxicating power of wordplay. At the time, it wasn't immediately apparent that their obnoxious patter was part of a persona (a fate that would later plague
Eminem), but the years have clarified that this was a joke -- although, listening to the cajoling rhymes, filled with clear parodies and absurdities, it's hard to imagine the offense that some took at the time. Which, naturally, is the credit of not just the music -- they don't call it the devil's music for nothing -- but the wild imagination of
the Beasties, whose rhymes sear into consciousness through their gonzo humor and gleeful delivery. There hasn't been a funnier, more infectious record in
pop music than this, and it's not because the group is mocking rappers (in all honesty, the truly twisted barbs are hurled at frat boys and lager lads), but because they've already created their own universe and points of reference, where it's as funny to spit out absurdist rhymes and pound out
"Fight for Your Right (To Party)" as it is to send up street-corner
doo wop with
"Girls." Then, there is the overpowering
loudness of the record -- operating from the axis of where
metal,
punk, and
rap meet, there never has been a record this heavy and nimble, drunk on its own power yet giddy with what they're getting away with. There is a sense of genuine discovery, of creating new music, that remains years later, after countless plays, countless misinterpretations, countless rip-off acts, even countless apologies from
the Beasties, who seemed guilty by how intoxicating the sound of it is, how it makes beer-soaked hedonism sound like the apogee of human experience. And maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but in either case,
Licensed to Ill reigns tall among the greatest records of its time.
~Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide
;)
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