There's no disputing Jeff Mills' legendary status, but the Motor City selector confirms his creeping irrelevance here, offering listeners a dizzying run through sub-Ibizan techno. In a recent interview, the DJ complained that most new tunes "aren't worth listening to beyond half a minute," which makes you wonder why he bothers carrying on. Might it be argued that Mills simply isn't looking in the right places? Exhibitionist suggests as much. Despite its acute technical sheen, the mix offers startlingly few rhythmic innovations-save its intermittent dalliances with batacuda. Eight years on from his last compilation, Exhibitionist paints a portrait of the artist on the brink of apathy. Sad, but true.