I Like...

Terrifying party preteen trance pop. The "Radio Hit Mix" deserves to have its grooves scratched off the vinyl, but those sticking through it can find a lot to like. The aptly named "Fletch's Floor Sex Mix" plays with the original's bopping lewdness as if it were a doll just needing the proper wardrobe and, listen, budding remixers out there because this is important -- the chasm of quality between the "Butterfly Remix" and what it stems from is so large there should never again be excuses for slight identikit variations of once decent songs or bloody-minded refusals to tackle reinterpreting some of the worst songs inflicted upon the public in years. Like it, don't like it, Crispy has made an unintentional, studious lesson for anybody paying attention.