A rep like Carl Cox’s is a motherfucker to live up to: he’s been voted best DJ in the world by more European dance magazines and award committees than most Americans would even guess exist, but he’s never made an album to warrant the hype. F.A.C.T., a React import from 1995, is two discs of mostly nondescript underground techno; F.A.C.T. 2 (Worldwide Ultimatum), from ’97, is much better, getting some of the bigger names–Underworld, Josh Wink, Fatboy Slim–out of the way before moving on to the beats and textures that have made Cox famous. Last year’s The Sound of Ultimate B.A.S.E. (Moonshine) is even better, offering a juicy selection of vets like Joey Beltram, Mike Ink/Bizz O.D., and Chicagoans Green Velvet and DJ Funk. Still, none of these releases is quite enough to justify the boosterism–maybe the show’s the thing, and you have to see him to believe him. Sharing the bill will be his frequent DJ partner Jim Masters, who manned the decks for Sound of Ultimate B.A.S.E. 2, and though it may be sacrilege to say so, I prefer that record to any of Cox’s officially distributed mixes. For one thing, it’s got robot porn: Electric Soul’s “Come On Baby” (“You-are-so-sexy / An-electric-bump-and-grind / I-fantasize-when-I-see-you / X-rated-movies-in-my-mind”) and Blake Baxter & Trevor Rockcliffe’s “Visions of You” (“Passion / Sex / Desire / [pant, pant]”) provide comic relief from the more cerebral passions Masters works up elsewhere on the disc. Sunday, 9 PM, Metro, 3730 N. Clark; 773-549-0203. MICHAELANGELO MATOS

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