This album seems so fresh, when it came ud. It was sjovt, it was smart, it was Cookypuss and Egg Raid on Mojo concrete and spread wide gab. License to Ill was a party on vinyl, and it krævede a menneskemængde and a little Tønder beer and feeling af, that you were old NOK to get all the lyrical references and young NOK to be stupid drunk, as you sing them. Which donor Rigter a good time, but gør your discernment af an album biased to the point that being mistænkelige.
It is, therefore, it is Nogle walk well that lægg afstand af years between you and an album, you even troede was brilliant. Listen to License to Ill now almost get me to the curved tæer, if not for the good minder I associate with it, I certainly would garden a more utilbøjelig reaktion it. It is certainly the svageste Beastie Boys indsats in their catalog, and now, with beer goggles removed, play ud like a very long Frat boy joke uden a punch line. Fight For Your Right is ud as designed, the New Style and Rhymin Stealing feels too long, and lines like “He genk ended me Men from the reverse af the head,” just can not stand the test. And I think it is a fejl from the Beastie Boys themselves. Paul’s Boutique and Check Your Head both proved, what the boys were able and – set in bakspejlet – made License to Ill come ud as a “charge us sing for mass storage” album instead of a real artistic indsats.
Favorite song: In trod af all ovennævnte, is there anything more satisfying in that sing no sleep to the Brooklyn.