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• Robbie Williams - Where Egos Dare | DVD | (13/11/2000) from £16.39   |  Saving you £1.60 (8.90%)   |  RRP £17.99

  Written in the small print on the back of this awesomely comprehensive 170 minute-plus DVD are the words, "'Robbie Williams' is the trademark of Robert Peter Williams". The irony is that just a few years ago no one in their right mind would have wished to impersonate or otherwise infringe on the trademark of someone who was generally perceived as just another ex-boy band hasbeen. The story of how Mr Williams transformed himself from lardy motormouth to world-conquering (h)it boy will surely be made into a film one day and, just as surely, Robbie himself will convince the responsible studio that there is only one person capable of essaying the lead role. For now, though, the aptly titled Where Egos Dare will have to suffice. First up is the singer's now semi-legendary 1999 concert at Slane Castle which does indeed find our hero on top form, belting out a greatest-hits set ("Millennium", "Let Me Entertain You", "Angels" et al.) complete with tongue-in-cheek commentary ("That's one of my better lyrics!"). Also included is a raft of extras from the concert including backstage hijinks and film of Robbie and band rehearsing. On the non-Slane front, meanwhile, Where Egos Dare is blessed with a veritable abundance of Robbie riches from the video for "rock DJ" to footage of him recording his last album to a hilarious clip of rehearsals for the 1998 Brits which proves that, if there's no one that can sing quite like him, sometimes there's no one that can sing quite as off-key as him either. --Clark Collis

• Rock DJ | DVD | (11/09/2000) from £6.54   |  Saving you £-0.55 (-9.20%)   |  RRP £5.99

  Featuring a full frontal strip by Robbie--albeit one in which the Williams privates are blurred out--and more flying body parts than is customary in your average pop video rock DJ was clearly made with offence in mind. And cause offence it did, at least to puritan-minded TV schedulers most of whom declined to show the promo which, in turn, enhanced immeasurably the chart success of this actually rather nifty Frankie Goes To Hollywood-esque slice of dance-rock. Now those who missed Robbie removing not just his clothes but his skin and flesh in one of those model-filled futuristic bars that only ever seem to exist in videos can enjoy the sight at their leisure courtesy of this DVD. Also included is a brief but nonetheless entertaining making-of documentary which finds the ex-Take That member chatting up one of his leggy co-stars by asking her how the crochet lessons are going. Sadly, history--or at least this documentary--does not record whether this rather individual approach proved successful. --Clark Collis