This is Mr. Holland's dopest shit! I mean, that big brass marching shit was definitely off the hook, and it certainly motivated his class of Opie students, but damn! When M-Ho said he was going back to his street roots, I figured he meant like Klezmer or some shit, but he really took it to the next level with this one. Big pounding beats behind grim, droning keyboards, denatured air-raid whistles, and totalitarian sound bites - it's like Terminator X got dirty with the Rza. Those suits in the principal's office may not be down, but Mr. H is just telling it like its, mapping a whole new subconscious of urban decay and industrial-zoned hopelessness. And you can tell the school board I said so. - Rockpile |