Essential Millennium

Fanboys listen up: Three dance superheroes get together for one mega-walloping, mix-tastic blowout and nobody will be safe again. What's that you say? Bird? Plane? Or just the DJ-even-your-mom-would-like Pete Tong? Boy howdy, when you're right, you're right: The first to get their punches in is BBC Radio 1's favorite and rather than trying to encapsulate the past X number of years in dance music, he wraps himself up in his own shiny cape of all too safe hits (Basement Jaxx, Stardust, Moloko), attempting to cover up such commonplace moves with a touch of roller-disco pizzazz. He fails. At the far side of the battle is global über-trance spinner Paul Oakenfold, but he's in a bit of an overly affected bind, too. He tries to spring into the air with his boots o' Olive, but hits his noggin on a lamppost; he shoots the woeful "Bullet in the Gun" from his belt buckle, but it hits an old lady and a baby stroller. His mixing is poor. His tactics trite. Then, smirking Fatboy Slim skulks out of his Sewer of Commercial Saturation and starts up a set of serendipitous storminess. A one-two-uppercut smash of Scanty Sandwich, Underworld, and Groove Armada is one thing, but nobody can match his masterful secret weapon of his own "Jack It Up" having improper relations with the Chemical Brothers' "The Private Psychedelic Reel." Amazing. Spectacular. Fatboy Slim shows who's the true hero today. Jumping dang! ~ Dean Carlson|

Fanboys listen up: Three dance superheroes get together for one mega-walloping, mix-tastic blowout and nobody will be safe again. What's that you say? Bird? Plane? Or just the DJ-even-your-mom-would-like Pete Tong? Boy howdy, when you're right, you're right: The first to get their punches in is BBC Radio 1's favorite and rather than trying to encapsulate the past X number of years in dance music, he wraps himself up in his own shiny cape of all too safe hits (Basement Jaxx, Stardust, Moloko), attempting to cover up such commonplace moves with a touch of roller-disco pizzazz. He fails. At the far side of the battle is global uber-trance spinner Paul Oakenfold, but he's in a bit of an overly affected bind, too. He tries to spring into the air with his boots o' Olive, but hits his noggin on a lamppost; he shoots the woeful "Bullet in the Gun" from his belt buckle, but it hits an old lady and a baby stroller. His mixing is poor. His tactics trite. Then, smirking Fatboy Slim skulks out of his Sewer of Commercial Saturation and starts up a set of serendipitous storminess. A one-two-uppercut smash of Scanty Sandwich, Underworld, and Groove Armada is one thing, but nobody can match his masterful secret weapon of his own "Jack It Up" having improper relations with the Chemical Brothers' "The Private Psychedelic Reel." Amazing. Spectacular. Fatboy Slim shows who's the true hero today. Jumping dang! ~ Dean Carlson