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| January 6, 2003 |
Licensed to Ill
Beastie Boys
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Listening to this album brings on the sickening waves of nostalgia,
and in this case they're all about the roller rink my brother and I
used to hang out at in Orange County. Holiday Roller Rink, with the
rainbow lights that pulsed more-or-less in time with the music and
the row of video games and the candy machine that dispensed Lemonheads
and Alexander the Grapes. My brother learned how to skate by clinging
to the bar that went around the edge of the rink, though when the
deejay played "Brass Monkey" this guy we called The Monster would come
out and try to scrape Brent off the wall by skating past him real
fast. Brent hated him. I remember leaning in close to the deejay to
sing the him the song I wanted him to play, and wishing I had
someone's sweaty hand to clutch during the couples skate. Then there
was the time they told me to get off the floor during the all-girls
skate because they thought I was a boy...Anyway, this is a great
debut album, with more shout-along hits than you can shake a skate at. Hokie
pokie, anyone? "Fight for Your Right," "No Sleep till Brooklyn,"
"Paul Revere," etc. I seem to recall that last one being used to
illustrate Longfellow in my eighth grade English class.
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