The sight of club-hopping, booty-shaking attention whores on hiatus from their higher education continues to serve its mildly erotic, mostly anthropologic purpose.

They don't call a booze buzz "liquid courage" for nothing: sweaty juiced-up chicks reveal their jugs, swap spit with fellow coeds and pander for primal cheers of crowd approval. Deafening dance-beats, on-stage shower stalls and lower-back tats are constants in this universe.

As per usual, there's not much editing or cohesion between the six chapters: a generally effective laissez-faire approach intended to enhance the realism. But detached backstage solo scenes seriously detract from the youthful flow of on-stage depravity.

The bar scenes are vintage DG, a manic melee of fine tits, tight torsos, freshly shorn pussies and stoked male patrons.

Retailing: Series is entry-level erotic viewing; longtime fans.