The ideal way to hear this band's most popular songs is an Olympic stadium, with the albums' orchestral frills replaced with thundering low end. The steroidal treatment gives the funky "Panic Station" a Bonham-esque whomp, and the riff-march "Supremacy" a crunch absent from the studio iteration. Their sole perfect song "Madness" is made even dirtier, both sonically (improved guitar solo) and lyrically (the ad-libbed f-bomb makes it even sexier). Aside from presenting the eight-minute "Knights of Cydonia" in full, this is a band that tightens up when they go big.