Oh yes. He went there.
It requires a serious pair of brass balls to take an MJ track with the certified King Of Pop seal and let your own beat lay claim. Samples and mash-ups are to be expected, but to just take on the song as a whole is nearly outlandish in concept. Outlandish, I say! Balderdash. Poppycock.
Fortunately, in Australia, there is, apparently, a Titanium Testicle factory right around the corner from M-Phazes’ house. He waltzed right in, took a set, and waltzed right back out with a banger of a remix. One that I would cause the gas-iest of faces if I heard it in the club. One that reminds me why I’ve always liked M-Phazes. One that makes me love this song all over again, and miss Michael even more.
Kudos, Mr. Phazes. You scared me when I saw the link, but you got me with this one. I like. Very much.
Now, if you’ll pardon me…
*Turns to sand*