Fatboy Slim
You've Come A Long Way Baby

THE REVIEW

You are tired and depressed.

You enter your room, alone. You turn off the lights, play "You've come a long way baby" on the stereo or computer. Close your eyes. Yes, in the room, in your ears and in your brain, a sound is ingrained, and along with it, an atmosphere.

The atmosphere of "Right here right now", a track you will have certainly heard, of unparalleled atmosphere. The slow and steady rhythm accompanies us for all its 7 brief minutes of duration, until a jester named Brad interrupts us from our mystical crisis, humming a track known worldwide. Oh yes, it's time to leave our room and take a trip to the nightclub, to dance to that tongue-twister which is "The rockafeller Skank", with that rightnanana now, the funk soul brother....
We let loose. We leave the club, put our mp3 player earbuds in, and continue listening. "Fucking in Heaven", this is the phrase that keeps repeating in our brains to the point of nausea, perhaps one of the least successful tracks of the album... anyway, we relax from the rhythm of "The rockafeller Skank".

We feel like running, because we have already moved on to "Gangsta Tripping", a track with an undefinable flavor, half Caribbean, wild funky. Very pleasant, how lovely summer is! We stop to drink at the park fountain, "Build it up Tear it Down" has reached us. A very nice track, the typical "Fatboy Slim" rhythm, which he will try to mimic in many ways with other tracks in future albums (Slashdotdash, just to name one...). We enter a sophisticated pub, with the next track "Kalifornia", we drink a drink to the rhythm of electronic samples and obsessive techno beats. Very hallucinogenic. Well, after the sophisticated pub, what do we do? We go back home, feed the cats and watch a movie?
The temptation hits us, but here comes "Soul Surfing". What? Who? Where? We find ourselves in a stadium watching a World Cup match, Brazil possibly? Oh yeah, good Norman surprises us with one of the best and wildest tracks of the album. It's like watching Ronaldinho doing "the elastico" right before our eyes... We relax in the car with "You're not from Brighton". A very bland song. And then what happens?

We are in front of a cinema watching some hapless dancers perform to the rhythm of "Praise You", with that piano and that engaging chorus... We fall asleep in our room, with the glossy "Love Island", it feels like reliving the Cinderella spell. At first glance, because we wake up suddenly with electronic decibels blasting in our ears. This is "Love Island". Welcome aboard the Titanic. Would you like champagne, caviar? Or perhaps you prefer an "Acid8000"? Excuse me, where is the bathroom? Down to the left. Oh yes, because Acid 8000 could have easily been avoided. A daring album.

Premising that I don't usually listen to much dance, but I am a fan of Fatboy Slim and Planet Funk. And Moby, when he tries. I appreciate well-crafted dance music, not the trivial kind. Remove the disc from the computer's drive (or the stereo), and recover from your trance. Fix your gaze on the cover with that slightly overweight boy wearing a shirt with a saying to rival Plato...

I AM NUMBER 1, WHY COMPLICATE LIFE SO MUCH?