Death In Vegas

For an act with as strong a sense of image as DiV – with all their glowering rockstar poise and now the edgy art/porn credentials of the addition of Sasha Grey on vocals – there’s an odd lack of individual personality here. That’s not necessarily a negative, mind.

They have narrowed their focus considerably, losing all the guitar drones and taking their inspiration from sexed up fringes between synthpop and industrial: think Chris & Cosey, or the moodier reaches of an Optimo, Weatherall or Ivan Smagghe set.

There’s the risk of pastiche here – and sometimes the slow builds, churning synths and sinister whispers seem generic, like you’ve heard them before – but at their best they sound elemental, and perfect for the darkest of dancefloors.