THEY SAY IT'S NOT ALLOWED 


;The bar was nearly full to capacity. The reason everyone was here — aside from drinking, dancing, being seen, and the fact that being out till 2 a.m. on a Sunday hurts less when you're 22 — was Girl Talk, a Pittsburgh DJ who went from complete obscurity a few months ago ;to being profiled on MTV on the back of Night Ripper (Illegal Art), a mix ;CD that digitally mashes up nearly 300 songs.

;;Mash-ups, thank God, hit their peak a few years back. Anyone who has two tape players with pause buttons and enough time on his or her hands can smoosh together the history of 20th-century music; but doing so while providing the things 90 percent of people listen to music for is nearly impossible. Night Ripper is less the work of a clever showoff than an overcaffeinated Internet-age update of the '80s pop-hits megamixes of the Latin Rascals and Shep Pettibone.

;;Outside the DJ booth, on the floor among the people a la the Fire Engines or Lighting Bolt, Mr. Girl Talk (aka Greg Gillis) set up his laptop and banged out the most ADD DJ set in history, his software pureeing the last 18 months of popular music. Hardly recycling any of Night Ripper, he real-time remixed everything from E-40's "Tell Me When to Go" to Rick Ross' "Hustlin'," pitching down Lil Scrappy until his voice spookily boomed, chopping up Crime Mob over Daft Punk's "Around the World." At least I think so — the density of Girl Talk's crunk symphonies to God were dizzying even before you factored in the alcohol and the summer heat. Usually such a musical overload would leave you slack-jawed or grinning, but amazingly you could still dance to the resulting slurry of liquefied Young Joc and Dem Franchize Boys.

;;And no one danced harder than Girl Talk himself. At some point, quiet Gillis, drinking unassumingly along the wall with his girlfriend, donned vest, tie and pinstriped pants and proceeded to freak the fuck out. Gillis has said that he tired of making experimental electronic music and wanted to make Night Ripper a "straight-up party record," and it felt like the electric energy from his spastic B-boy moves was traveling straight down the mouse cable into his Mac. At one point he got bearhugged from behind and proceeded to pull his bewildered assailant to the floor, mock 69-ing with him.

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; GIRL TALK ;
; 10 p.m. Thursday, Oct. 12;
; The Club at Firestone;
; (407) 872-0066;
; $10;
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;And then, after 30 minutes or so, it was over. But a half-hour was the perfect length, leaving you dazed and slightly sweaty but not overwhelmed or irritated by the mash-up schtick. The DJs flicked the obscure dance tunes back on — "This is my jam!" one guy shouted — and everyone kept on moving. It's unclear how much bigger Girl Talk can get before his illegal art lands him in trouble — big chunks of Ludacris songs aren't free, after all — but hopefully he'll be back before the RIAA wolves are at his door.

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