This one (from Pop Will Eat Itself’s 1989 mega-brain-exploder of a masterpiece, This is the Day … This is the Hour … This is This) concerns the legal problems of James Brown whose beats everyone was happily stealing at the time. 1989 being one of those years in which EVERYTHING seemed to be happening all at once, mainly because hip-hop was finally, officially here to stay, and with it sampling (everything ever recorded really) setting folks free in ways they could never have imagined possible. At least until the lawyers got involved.