Public Enemy: Yo! Bum Rush The Show (Def Jam)

BEFORE THE blast the last thing I remember was staring down the finely-ground barrel of a Smith & Wesson .38 and thinking about James Cagney and grapefruits. Then, of course, there was a deafening explosion — the booming of steel that brought me abruptly back to The Eighties. Public Enemy? Pah! Gangsters? Indeed! Street teamsters? Move over! The Lady In Red sold Dillinger to the G-Men and her soul to Chris DeBurgh. They're all dead now, buried under dog-eared copies of the Volstead Act.