On the way back to the press room, I ducked into the shaded dance tent, figuring it might be a great place to cool off. Wrong. Soulwax was well into a blistering set—with live drums and bass!—and it was impossible to resist joining the dancing, sweating throngs. Maybe I didn't exactly bust a move, but I did move. I exited the tent a half hour later, drenched in sweat.