Looking back, the big joke about Licensed to Ill was that the Beasties themselves were about as streetwise as their geeky boy fans - and they knew it. This is a non-stop adolescent fantasy about 'What We Did In Our Summer Holidays With Dad's Drinks Cabinet and the Twin Porn Stars Next Door - honest, mate'. All the tongue-in-cheek lines leap out in retrospect, along with all the Led Zep riff lifts which I didn't recognise at the time either. All right, so this is very much an album of its time, but the rhymes are funny, the choice and inventive samples are indicative of the creativity which was to come, and Fight For Your Right still makes me want to pogo up and down. Even though I now feel very old doing so.