Back when I used to ingest heaps of ecstasy, take my shirt off to reveal a pair of rippling pecs and at least a four pack down low, and dance onstage during Sasha & Digweed sets, I went to see Groove Armada at the Showbox, where I further fattened Groove Armada's wallet by buying a Groove Armada t-shirt. The logo and shirt were pretty cool, but that act, given the benefit of hindsight, is right up there with C&C Music Factory as one of the chief water-downers of its chosen musical genre of all time. Only then I sort of liked them. In fact, I think I danced my ass off at the show. But then, I once danced my ass off on the same floor during a String Cheese Incident show. I blame it all on youth and drugs, but man, does Groove Armada blow now, just as I'm sure they blew then. Ten Hail Marys for me, stat.