I didn't buy this one, my mate Lee did, but I was there with him at the time, which would have been late 1985, or possibly early '86. I can remember him picking it out purely because of the cover. For once, the record didn't have a plain white sleeve, it had a black and white picture sleeve featuring pictures of the Z-3 MC's, three skinny black kids from Baltimore, crouching by a giant ghetto blaster and just generally hanging out. It also had the immortal word "Beat Box Convention" which hinted that the record might well feature human beat box, something that me and all my mates were totally obsessed with. Purchased for the cover alone the record could still have been a let down, but on getting back to Lee's house and playing it for the first time, we weren't disappointed. Heavy, heavy beats, urgent rapping, razor sharp cuts from DJ Cheese, a King Tut keyboard riff and some awesome beat box combined to make this a sensational purchase. I can remember he let me tape it on the spot, which was rare as normally everything had to be traded for something, a track for a track or whatever, often on the understanding that you couldn't then let someone else tape it off you. It wasn't unusual for fights to break out when somebody found out their record had been dealt without their consent.