There's a lot, a lot, a lot wrong with this record. After the expiration of his contract with EMI, Bambaataa finds himself releasing material as an independent, publishing with Hot Productions, Miami dance label. This tape consists of thirteen long tracks that all last between five and eight minutes (except one randomly at three), for a total of one hour and twenty. Far too much. The production is essential, the bass vibrates for the electro beat, the drum is old and difficult, and this is enough to support the rap of the performer. The lyrics are coarse and shoddy, half of the album is all about sexual themes and bars, over music that is deleterious and unnerving. The album was born old, even the reissue of "Planet Rock" sounds cumbersome and rusty, little to do with the original song. 2/10.
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