These days, Busta Rhymes is a pants dropping, airplane-toilet-disappearing-into sell out, but prior to this he was one of the greatest things in rap music. Well actually, prior to this he went a little crazy around the turn of the century and had the whole Y2K bug thing dropped like he predicted, we would be all living in a crazy Mad-Max style post-apoloyptic world and rather than using it to type this review, I would probably have fashioned my PC into some kind of crude weapon, or rudimentary cooking pot.
Anyway, prior to THAT, Busta Rhymes was busy making incredible music like this. Leaning towards the "gangsta" side of hip-hop, this album is stuffed full of phat beats and the kind of rhymes that buzz round in your head all day. The whole Flipmode squad are there, chucking in their twopenneth as and when, and this mixture of MC's, combined with the ranges of styles on show makes for some appealing variety. Tunes range from hardcore, to stoned and laid back, to downright funky - on hearing the rasping bass opener on "Rhymes Galore" I would defy any man, woman or beast to not stop whatever they were doing and dance like a crazed, double-jointed jellyfish. Slick production, full of testosterone, yet with enough of Bussa's trademark cheek to prevent things becoming unpleasant, it would be rude to claim to like hip-hop and not own this album.