Anyway, Mike D. wasn't dead, as he addresses in the second verse of the song (Well I'm Mike D., and I'm back from the dead / Chillin' at the beach down at Club Med...). And the Beasties weren't kaput. In fact, their tag-team flows were even more intricate and filled with pop culture references than ever before: they namecheck everyone from Fred Flintstone to The Brady Bunch's Sam the Butcher on "Shake Your Rump."
On top of that, the song introduced the world to a whole new way of sampling recorded material. No longer were the Beasties just copping some Black Sabbath riff and looping it over a single Led Zeppelin breakbeat; the track was one, big sound collage (there are at least one dozen identified samples on the track), culled from a vast library of vinyl and pieced together in completely unexpected ways. It was as inventive as it was funky.
My favorite moment of this song is still that first instance when DJ Hurricane scratches in Afrika Bambaataa saying Shake your rump-ah! from his 1984 collaboration with James Brown, "Unity, Pt. 2," and then segues into that fantastic Moog synth growl from Rose Royce's "6 O'Clock DJ (Let's Rock)" from the Car Wash soundtrack. It's still as fun and fresh as it was in 1989.
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