Led by the deep-toned Sen Dog and the deliciously adenoidal whine of B-Real and backed by DJ Muggs' beats--as thick as the smoke they inhaled--Cypress Hill-spun dope-fuelled tales of revenge, revolution, recreational drug use, gangbanging and cultural pride. Like R Crumb's Mr. Natural but with a hardened voice and a B-boy attitude, Cypress Hill slow-walked their funk-flavoured way through a minefield of anthems (the still sizzling "How I Could Just Kill a Man") and comic manifestos ("Stoned Is the Way of the Walk"). Heavy on the bass line and punctuated by flashes of wit and rage, Cypress Hill's joint was definitely one to draw deep on. --Amy Linden