As old ballrooms go, New York’s Roseland could be described as a faded beauty on steroids. The same could not be said about Underworld who had their way with her stage Wednesday night. While Underworld may be well-seasoned by three decades in the limelight they were more radiant than ever. The combination of über-flâneur Karl Hyde’s Whitmanesque lyricism and Rick Smith’s virtuoso beat-mastering makes it pretty much impossible to walk in to an Underworld set without a big dopey grin seizing your face for a good couple of hours. Throw in the cumulative effect of nostalgia and you could be easily confused for the Joker walking down Broadway after the show. …MORE