The young men of the YMD do have good memories, as any MCs worth their spit should, but there's no nostalgia here, no whiff of formaldehyde coming from the speakers. Instead, the YMD is guilty of doing something new, and now find themselves at the front of a movement they didn't even realize they were starting. Like Run DMC and The Clash before them, they've taken the music of their youth and built on it; it's an extension of youth, a motherfucking fountain of it.

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