AS SOON AS THE NEEDLE IS PLACED ON THE ROTATING, GOLDEN DISK, AN UBER- STOMPING ENGINE BLOCK WELCOMES THE ADDICTED AUDIENCE. USUALLY, YOU WOULDN'T CALL RENÉ BREITBARTH A SPEEDSTER, HOWEVER THIS TIME, HE TURNS OUT TO BE A REAL FRIEND OF PUSHING TUNES AND WE HAVE TO ADMIT: IT SUITS HIM EXTREMELY WELL. DRESSED IN A COWL AND WEARING A LONG HAIR WIG, THE FIRST THING RENÉ DOES IS THROWING HIS TV OUT OF THE WINDOW, FOLLOWED BY ALL THE PREJUDICES ABOUT HIM BEING A DEEP HOUSE ICON. HIS CURRENT DEFINITION OF DANCE MUSIC IS AN ACIDIC BUBBLING, SPICED WITH THE BELOVED BLEEPS AND CLONKS AS WELL AS AN ONGOING ROARING IN THE FREQUENCY SPECTRUM. THE BEAT IS HOPPING AND MARCHING STRAIGHT IN LINE WITH THE EXCITEDLY THUMPING RAVER'S HEART. THIS IS A TIGHT DANCE-FLOOR MASSACRE MONSIEUR BREITBARTH HAS COME UP WITH AND THERE IS NO BETTER PLACE FOR THIS RECORD TO BE RELEASED THAN ON TREIBSTOFF, THE LABEL WITH A CONSTANTLY RISING EUPHORIC CURVE. WELL, WHO ELSE TAKES CARE ABOUT PARTIES?