Imagine taking 33 tracks, a fistful of samples, and enough acapellas to start a small choir, stuffing them all into a box, and then absolutely booting that box down a flight of stairs. Rock, Rap, Soul, Swing, Dance, Funk — all of them colliding, and somehow landing exactly right. Like peanut butter and jam, except the peanut butter is a drum break and the jam is a 1960s vocal that has absolutely no right going that hard.
