Hip-Hop needs the Beastie Boys. There, I said it. And that’s one helluva statement, considering these guys were once the biggest pariahs of the genre. Yet the Beasties are still chillin’ in their post-punk, b-boy stance seven albums and 25 years later, outlasting many of their contemporaries and naysayers in the process. After a little over a year delay, they finally unveil their eighth opus Hot Sauce Committee Part Two.
The set opens with the with the boombastic first single, “Make Some Noise.” Sporting a fat n’ funky synth bass line, no doubt the result of the Beasties’ time tested alliance with synthmeister Money Mark, the track struts along with enough old-school sure shot bravado to rattle the trunk of the most pimped out Chevy Impala. The Beasties dust off some soul shockin’, body rockin’, supersonic, discophonic classic rhyme schemes from the hip-hop mausoleum on cuts like “Nonstop Disco Powerpack” and “The Larry Routine.”
As usual, the fellas never miss the opportunity to inject some zany wit, this time by paying roundabout homage to yesteryear icons on tracks like “The Lisa Lisa/ Full Force Routine” and the supercharged punk jaunt “Lee Majors Come Again.” Though the Beasties are pretty much known for their go-it-alone ethos, Hot Sauce also includes two of a mere handful of features in their vast career: “Too Many Rappers,” a 2009 collaboration with Queensbridge’s own Nas, and the riddim driven “Don’t Play No Game That I Can’t Win” with Philly alt songstress Santigold.
But what would a Beastie Boys album be without non-sequiturs? Their knack for random juxtaposition of references couldn’t be more apparent than on “Here’s A Little Something For Ya” where Ad Rock spouts, “In Miami, I’m sleazy with John Salley/ Shout to Andre Leon Talley.” Not to be out weirded by themselves, they amp up the Wonder Showzen/ Yo Gabba Gabba factor on “Crazy Ass Shit” with vocal drops from Mike D’s golden era indoctrinated brood.
Though they employ their fair share of samples, The Beasties’ unique hybrid of boom bap garage rock funk never fails to showcase their impressive musicianship and punk roots. And while this album definitely has its FFWD moments, the Beasties’ lighthearted approach still manages to hand the smack down to crab rappers and school the bratty new kids on the block in one fell swoop.
-Rico a.k.a. Superbizzee