Public Enemy are supreme artist engineers, and when we hold the black proportion of the aural architecture to the pale of the morning light that their true brilliance is revealed. High mountains and dizzying lows, the crags and cliffs they build. Acid sharp and yet sweet as bitter honey, they velvetly spit and moan through the lyrical beauty and munch munch. Social naivety is the hall mark of this record, as fool after fool moans about various nonsenses, paranoid terror and fear building within a community that utterly rejects them. Glam rock never sounded like this!