Leave it to Public Enemy to turn a Temptations song about a utopian society in which one could relax and ease their mind ("Psychedelic Shack") into a paranoid rant that was the equivalent of a madman with a migraine. It was the sound of a drill to the temple. It was the feeling of a having a five-yard lead in front of a downhill bound train this close to destroying you to bits. Chuck D was so very under the gun in 1989. Our beautiful reward? Watch a man lose himself, right on the razor's edge of panic.