It just made sense to them, as vibes-crazed enthusiasts and cultural magpies, to throw everything from their favourite records to their favourite answerphone messages and throwaway dialogue into the mix. So it should be of little surprise that a Beasties show is never going to be about a crowd-pleasing hit parade. Rather, it's whatever tickles the fickle souls and hypperactive brains of these three boy genii. Like any children, they're gloriously irresponsible, and quite possibly petulant with it. You suspect they play several songs from 'Paul's Boutique' because they never forgave this cynical isle for voting them out of favour and ignoring that '89 classic after the manufactured tabloid witch-hunt of their initial visits to these shores.
Truth is, though, it probably felt like a cool idea during the ten minutes drawing up the set list.
At least they reactivate gems like 'Eggman', if only anyone recognised it. And One DJ' with Mixmaster Mike, the ragged rocking thrill retuns. Fact is, there's so much cool invested in this band by their public and their press, but they're just having a laugh. They're still rocking a festival in their own heads, and the fact that we want to pay to enter it is just, well, funny. They encore with an incendiary 'Sabotage', with Money Mark vaulting over his keyboards and the boys rocking out like they're in their parents' garage with a murderous grudge against the next-door neighbours.