Failing the acid test of time

From the producers of Human Traffic. Producers usually being an irrelevance, this shouldn't mean much, except that they've had a go at doing Human Traffic Pt 2, in a Brixton humming with crack, acid, E and repetitive beats. To an irritating voiceover, we follow the intertwined lives of a buppie, a crustafarian, a spliff-monkey, a scammer and a geezer ? and some assorted real low-lifes ? through the day of an illegal rave.

OK, it's as fresh as an ashtray. But then the genius touch - the decent guy who accidentally ingests a ton of acid and puts plot, characters and his own head into the blender. As funny as manic laughter, and only ten years out of date.

Verdict: Adamski.