I heard the original title was, “Hello Nasty, this is your rectum speaking. Can you pick me up a two-liter bottle of Fresca on the way home?”
But legally they couldn’t use the word Fresca, so they shortened it a little. Does that sound plausible?
As for the music, in the Beastie Book, Ad Rock declared definitively that Hello Nasty is the Beasties best album.
Who can argue that really? I am asking a lot of fucking questions, aren’t I? Does this album open well?
YES! It does. I think it opens as well as any released by the trio and they had set the bar very high with License to Ill and the first tune, Rhymin & Stealin.
Hello Nasty busts out of the gate with three that will jack you up—not off. Super Disco Breakin’, The Move, and Remote-Control play like a mini medley, but a medley that gets the blood pumping and the listener primed for the rest of the album.
Nasty includes one of the most recognizable, fun, and just great Beastie tunes, Intergalactic– and it fits nimbly into what I consider their most eclectic album.
I have Ill Communication in my top ten albums of all time on our sister app TriYou (available soon) but as I listen and write about this one I am tempted to change it…I could also easily pick Paul’s Boutique or Check Your Head—I guess that is to say the Beasties are one of the best ever and I love everything they have done. Listening to their catalogue they take you on a journey through many different genres of music and one could get a valuable education just from their references to books and film. An education in what it really means to be cool, I think.
I luckily picked this one up used, at Lost Weekend Records (again, my favorite record store located in Columbus, Ohio) for 20 bones—pretty good price considering it is a four-sided affair. Incidentally, my favorite erotic novel is titled, Four-Sided Affair and it involves a large gentleman, a disposable razor, self-tanning lotion, and a bowling pin—Nasty.
Nasty finds the Beastie Boys entering territory they have not been to before with tracks like, Song for the Man, I Don’t Know and Instant Death—which has become possibly my favorite song by them if I was ever forced to pick just one. I am also very partial to Unite, here:
But I think I should also remind you of Instant Death in case you have forgotten how good it is:
The Beastie are one of those rare bands that 40 or 50 year olds can love just as much as 6 or 7 year olds. I think where they went from their first release and their subsequent evolution one wouldn’t be remiss to compare it to something like Radiohead or even The Beatles. The change artistically from License to Ill to Paul’s Boutique is something to revere—and they never looked back!
It’s so obvious it seems foolish to say, but the Beastie Boys are one of the best bands ever and I feel lucky they put out so much great music.