Dub Pistols obviously fancy themselves punks – there's their name, for starters, and song titles like "There's Gonna Be a Riot" and "Anarchy." They are addicted to silly revolutionary slogans, and they find joy in disruption: hellish ax slashes, muscular speed rapping, screeching fire-station sirens, fist-pumping tube-station shouts. A crassly sensational sort of ska revival for the Chemical Brothers crowd, Point Blank's blue-beat big beat fires charging-pachyderm trumpets, intergalactic Pac-Man bleeps and crazed witch-doctor toasts through a relentless mosaic of old-school break beats, then downshifts into serene Eurodisco-at-night space shots or curdling ganjaecho from the earth's core. It's twenty-first-century bubblegum: You might not dig it, but third-grade Beastie Boys fans will eat it up. (RS 800)

CHUCK EDDY