I can imagine in years to come, when I'm an old and grey, receiving my cyber pension and taking my replicant 'Jack Russell' for a walk through virual reality, I'll 'still' be listening to this memorable and brilliant album.
I'm not the first to describe this album as a 'classic' or the work of 'genius', however, this album is as valuable to me as an orginal John Coltrane recording is to a Jazz fan. When my grand-kids pick this album out of my dusty record collection to laugh at early 1990's fashion, I'll bark and growl at them like an old dog guarding his favourite cushion. Then I'll smile in reflection at an album which was inspiring, moving, sad, happy, couragous and daring in its conception.
DJ Premier's ear for sample breaks is quitely simply stunning, his beat production and scratching is sublime, world class for its time. Guru's rhyming is uniquely magnificent, subsequently "I was raised like a muslim, praying to the east" will remain an immortal opening line of the track 'Whose gonna take the weight'. Guru was one of the first intellectual Emcees to have any influence within a hip hop world dominated by Chuck D's hectoring and NWA's gangster nonsense.As a consequence of this album, Guru and Premier's place within the Hip Hop hall of fame is 100% assured.
Casually and irresponsibly ignored by the people who voted for the 'Greatest 100 albums of all time', this album truly represents one of the very finest moments in Hip Hop history.