There are re-recordings of some of the more popular songs on this album, most notably the one that starts the whole thing off: "Dead Man's Party".
This isn't a bad thing. In the case of "Dead Man's Party", the oddly sluggish feel of the original is gone entirely. Most of the songs, in fact, sound tighter, brighter, and the whole thing just *bounces* along with the cheerily macabre sensibility that an Oingo fan dotes on. I listen to it and find I get the keenest enjoyment from it in the car, despite my rotten speakers. There you are, zooming through space in your little tin-can with internal combustion. Death is not far from your mind, more often than not, and it's invigorating to hear it discussed with such happy relish.
The mood of this compilation is perhaps a bit lopsided: the friskier pieces such as DMP and "Not My Slave" tend to be near the beginning, while the album slides toward wistful sentiment and pretty minor-key warbling toward the end. In the car, the opening trumpets of DMP are a clarion call back to the lighter side of things. Without the "Repeat All" function, it kinda wiggles to a halt. Not bad at-awl.