full drumming, a grumpy chord sound embraced from a dark, rebelling melody line like out of the old rave days and the demanding voice from the massive track internal, which calls the >soldier< with his name. remixer rolf mulder mills with darkly digging sequences and creaky acid effects sharp edged points in the sole of the dancers, so that these also find enough hold on the slant melodies. >skydive< makes in the matter of grooving also thick cheeks. the track rumbles more and more elegantly than stoic through the space and pulls from the propulsive combination of the vocal-hookline and the harmony changes a well-arranged serving of pop flair which cuts the darkness of the night with a flashing blade from light. toureaus impact version of >skydive< serves 8-bit like clicking in the treble area, swears to the rhythmical spirit of the good old days and asks him for a bouncing dance on the floors in the here and now.