Once upon a time, back when I loved the Power Station, I thought remixes were bullshit. Part of me still does, feeling a secret sting whenever I dole out my ill- gotten gains for six versions of the same track. Perhaps it was just the burritos, but why? Why remix? Well, my friends, it's taken some time and a number of galactically horrendous remixes, but the evoloution of the class has brought us to the glorious day that is today. In my twisted little world, I think of remixes as an opportunity to hear some fatty-phresh DJs rip up somebody's sound and put it back together again with shiny silver duct tape. Ohh... duct tape. Imagine my delight-- my pure oozing honeylike happiness-- when I heard I could write a review for a remix of Acid Again, what I already considered the most compelling track off Meat Beat Manifesto's most recent album Actual Sounds and Voices. You bet I was excited! Why, my penis shrank inside of my body for three days! I broke out in hives, all of my body hair (and you can bet there was plenty) fell out, and my flatulence filled the entire ward! Fortunately the nurses could bring my 1984 Wang Office Assistant in so's I could write this review! Speaking of this review, I'm gonna tell you who I think might like the remixes, and who probably won't. First of all, it's best if you're into hard industrial/ jungle. Previous exposure to Meat Beat Manifesto or perhaps Nine Inch Nails' Fixed and Further Down The Spiral is a plus, and the ability to lose yourself in some truly agressive beats is required. People who require "lyrics" need not apply, though Acid Again has voices, usually saying disturbing things. I like disturbing things, like my bedpan. It's disturbing my nose right now. The three remixers that have gotten their greasy little pinkies on "Acid Again" produce distinctly different tracks that all lean toward hard n' heavy (just like I like my women). I personally like the Freddy Fresh Mix, but hey, that's me. Who the hell is Freddy Fresh, you ask? I don't fuckin' know! Who the hell do you think I am, a music journalist? I think I got the wrong medication. Ak! -James P. Wisdom, Pitchfork