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This is a record about how God doesn't exist. Or it seems that way at least, because according to 2 Many DJ's, nothing is sacred. There are no untouchables, anything is possible -- it's like a fucking Tony Robbins seminar. In fact, the album is just one big "Yes." Yes, let's party. Yes, Emerson, Lake, & Palmer do rule. Yes, drugs. Yes, we did just do that...

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Yes, this is still good. Surprisingly, it doesn't seem stale yet: the whole deejay thing is pretty much dead (which is too bad, because I'm pretty sure my grandparents were next in line to "spin" [i.e. press the "Random" button on their Macs] at some silly night at some silly bar). And thankfully, electroclash was in the same elevator as "deejaying" when that pulley finally snapped and it crashed to the ground. Real fast. And burned. And bummed-out janitors had to use ice-scrapers to get the bodies off the roof. And lots of dudes with eye makeup and excess product in their hair left flowers in the elevator shaft.

So why is this record still good? At about 4:28 into the album, there's a relatively seamless transition from Peaches to Velvet Underground.

And there you have it.

It's mind-blowingly wonderful. People who do things like that should either be forced to watch their pets get shot in the face with a sawed-off 12-gauge or they should get glowing reviews. You know, either way. These guys get the latter. Because in those few seconds right there at the beginning of the album is everything that's stupid-awesome about 2 Many DJ's and this record (and of course it happens again, with things like Destiny's Child's "Independent Woman" morphing into Dolly Parton's "9-5" Optimus Prime style). It's disgusting and sinful. It violates the sanctity of seemingly eleventy kabillion artists and songs; it rips apart any mystic, aura, or legend; it takes records that fly off ebay for four figures slaps them on a party album complete with Skee Lo.

As Heard on Radio Soulwax Pt. 2 transcends novelty status because it actually does something kind of interesting, worthwhile, and dare I say, important. Yes, David and Stephen Dewaele did this on a Mac G3. And yes, it's an hour, quite simply, of deejay music. And no, I can't really imagine you listening to this on a really regular basis unless you are a professional Party-Boy. But this album is like the musical equivalent of the atom bomb: it's the Great Equalizer. It levels the playing field like a bulldozer, and brings music back to the listener.

New Order is knocked down a few notches to mingle with the Detroit Grand Pubahs, the Stooges mix with Salt 'n' Pepa, and so forth and so on. Sure it can drag at times (it is an hour straight), but something like that Peaches to VU thing will always happen and yank you back in by your balls and blow up your brain. Music is music, and 2 Many DJ's are like the kid calling everyone out in Hide 'n' Go Seek (Ollie Ollie Oxen Free? Is that what it was? What the fuck does that mean?) Let's all come out from behind our snotty social clubs, scenes, genres, and all the other imaginary boundaries and constructs we use to box away anything that's too hard to understand at first glance. As Heard on Radio Soulwax Pt. 2 is the soundtrack to chilling the fuck out, calming the hell down and having some damn fun with the whole thing.

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