The music of Bodyrockers, a DJ/producer collaboration that wants to see your panty line, is creepy and shudder-inducing. One is put in mind of sweaty, sleazy nightclubs where the air is taut with soured lust and simmering aggression.
In fact, short of breathing heavily down a phone line or waving their genitalia at a passing hen party, it's difficult to imagine how Bodyrockers could feel any slimier.
So unyielding is their self-titled debut in its sexual brutalism, it is a relief that the duo – multi instrumentalist Dylan Burns and DJ Kaz James – are from Australia and spend most of the year larking about in Ibiza. The thought of running into them in a singles bar is utterly terrifying.
But in a sense, Bodyrockers are already amongst us. The single 'I Like The Way' – which sounds like the Prodigy locked in a lap-dancing club – has been a Europe-wide hit.
The unhappy news is that Bodyrockers is bloated with sibling electro-punk workouts – 'Keep Your Boots' touts an AC/DC riff and a lumbering techno bassline, 'New York City Girl' steeps its venomous misogyny in a soft-metal morass .
An hilarious low-point is opener 'Handel On Your Face', which hauls a classical music arrangement backwards through a hedge of lugubrious cock-rock. Irredeemably nasty.