If you needed any more proof that the Internet has now become not only a professional necessity but also a social necessity, then look no further.

A secret gig involving arguably one of the greatest acts to have been spawned from the UK has been hastily arranged by arguably one of the most iconic fragments of the 21st century to date.

One of the first MySpace ‘Secret Shows’ has plucked fewer than 300 lucky people from the superhighway abyss and gathered them at Elland Road car park on a cold mid-March evening.

The destination turns out to be an industrial estate in Wakefield, but until the time of arrival, no-one had the faintest clue where it was. Cries of “I live ‘round here!” could be heard throughout as the convoy of buses trundled through the Yorkshire countryside.

As the buses arrived at a multicoloured storage facility, free beer and glowsticks were consumed with gleeful abandon before attentions shifted to the giant red screen and the full arena stage that hid, murmuring backing tracks in the distance.

To say that seeing a full-sized arena stage in a tiny warehouse is bewildering would be a massive understatement. It’s like stumbling upon Aladdin’s cave for the 21st century. Trying not to crane your neck anywhere within this venue is almost impossible.

And so it begins. With a set leaning in the direction of their recent release To All New Arrivals, the vast red curtain cascades from the heavens and I Hope bellows out into the night.

The slight frame of Maxi Jazz is greeted with euphoria as he guides the full tour band through the title track of their latest opus, before going straight for the jugular with Insomnia.

Many lesser acts would then fold under the pressure of playing one of their greatest songs at the very start. It’s why one-trick ponies will play their crowd pleaser at the end of sets when it’s on the festival circuit. Not so with Faithless.

Slipping in two new tracks in the guise of Emergency and Bombs, Sister Bliss proves her point as the anchor for the group, with her mental patchwork-quilt for songs being unravelled in front of your eyes from behind her keyboard station.

Then it’s time for hit number two. The thing with Faithless is that they always sound timeless. No matter the release date, fads that have been and gone – they always sound important.

It’s when watching God Is A DJ that it’s easy to think of at least ten people that you should ring to hear the sonically distorted beast through a tinny speaker, or – more importantly- at least ten people you want there to see it first hand.

That, therein is the most important moral you can find from Faithless. The importance, nay, urgency to unite people and bring solitude to all. All Races takes the lead and shoves the very idea down your throat through Jazz’s intensely powerful socio-political messages.

It’s carried on throughout, with Bring My Family Back and Mass Destruction hurling you a sonic, visual and intellectual workout; leaving your body to dance unabated as your brain recites Maxi’s words like an overworked secretary.

There’s a temporary sag in proceedings though as a clutch of songs fail to hit the already intensely high levels. With the exception of What About Love, tracks such as Music Matters just don’t work live, and instead of being a change of pace, totally stop the pace dead in its tracks.

But yet again, Faithless show you why they are so highly respected. Pulling out an anthemic one-two that would floor Mohammad Ali, I Want More and the curtain-closer We Come 1 totally destroy all that lay in its path.

But that’s not even the end. Their actual track named Mohammad Ali raise the roof with it’s blazing pop credo, capped off with the trumpet calls at the chorus. Any energy you had left was waiting for this moment, however.

The melancholy strings cry out, tension builds, hairs on necks slowly stand to attention like a hungover army platoon; and Salva Mea starts the rollercoaster ascent to the endless realms of space and time above.

It’s actually impossible to not move for the next ten minutes. Like some kind of demented z-list celebrity workout video, your body fires limbs like pistons while lubricating your overworked joints with bucketloads of adrenaline.

Surpassing any big-beat/trance track on the worlds stage, note after note secretes every feel good vibe and gland in your body until they’re rung out to dry and leaving you senseless.

When looking back over their incredible career, it’s staggering to know that it’s also one of their eldest tracks. Now into its twelfth year, it’s an incredible feat.

In some ways, it’s a bit odd that Faithless would do a MySpace secret show. It breeds all the hallmarks of something that was slightly out of character – especially after the message of greed on Mass Destruction and MySpace’s ties to Oligarch Rupert Murdoch.

But, on the other hand it can be argued that Faithless and MySpace have some kind of abstract link. Both provide a basis to bring people together, no matter what background.

You can get involved as much as you want, but the core values are the same. It’s a form of identification in this brand-riddled world. But where MySpace can only provide a robotic service, Faithless can provide the human feelings of real emotion.

Both need eachother to some extent in the post-modern era, but as long as there are beating hearts in the world, music will always go that one step further.