Badly recorded; it's also virtually mono. And the [almost] live content seems quite all over the shop, veering aimlessly from rapping, scratching and cut-up performances. But about 2 minutes 34 into the B side, the DJ throws in a vaguely oriental, bouncy, much more definitively electro jam. Then the soup of ad libbing, cutting and scratching starts to catch a flavour. It's never going to be Sibelius [thankfully] but your nodding head and probably your feet too will pay homage to an irresistible effort, unless you're too up yourself to remember how.