20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Public Enemy
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Artist: | Public Enemy |
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Release date: | 2001 |
Genre: | Hip Hop/R&B, Rap, Rock |
Tracks: | 11 |
Duration: | 46:45 |
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Tracks
[Edit]No. | Title | Length |
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1. | Welcome to the Terrordome | 5:25 |
2. | 911 Is a Joke | 3:17 |
3. | Bring the Noise | 3:45 |
4. | Don't Believe the Hype | 5:18 |
5. | Give It Up (Radio Version) | 4:38 |
6. | Shut 'Em Down | 4:25 |
7. | Fight the Power | 4:42 |
8. | By the Time I Get to Arizona | 4:48 |
9. | Night of the Living Baseheads | 3:13 |
10. | Nighttrain | 3:28 |
11. | Bring tha Noize (featuring Anthrax) | 3:46 |
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[Edit]In a way, Public Enemy is a band that defies compilations because each of their records is so perfectly crafted, such an ideal statement, that they can't seem to exist in any other way. But, like any great band, the individual songs stand on their own merits, and if they're put together in the right order, the end result would be nothing less than phenomenal. 20th Century Masters is not phenomenal. It's not even executed particularly well, missing some absolutely essential songs (how the hell do you put out a PE comp without "Rebel Without a Pause" and "Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos"?) and sequenced in a halting fashion. So, it's not perfect, but some Public Enemy is better than none, especially if "Welcome to the Terrordome," "Bring the Noise," "Don't Believe the Hype," "Fight the Power," and "Night of the Living Baseheads" constitute half the album. The rest of the record is pretty damn good, too — only the Anthrax-assisted re-recording of "Bring tha Noize" is execrable, yet "By the Time I Get to Arizona," "Shut Em Down," and "Nighttrain" make up for its presence — but there's so much missing that it's hard to give this a ringing endorsement. Some haphazard compilations wind up quenching your thirst, others leave you wanting more; this is one that leaves you thirsty, especially if you get positively weak from hearing Chuck D's voice — the way that some quake at the sound of Coltrane's saxophone, Miles' trumpet, Clapton's guitar. There's no other instrument quite as overwhelming as this, and it's damn irresistible.