Hell yeah. Mid-school hip-hop gets a righteous throwback with No Hands, with more to it than mere revivalism. Sure, the vocal inflections reminisce of Beastie Boys', but the danceable aggression hints at a big beat influence, and the one-liners are delivered with enough bravado to be more than dumb party anthems. Rarely has dumb fun hip-hop sounded so damn esthetically pleasing.
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