2. Home Again
3. Human Love
4. Walk Into The Sun
6. A Million Ways
7. Don’t Throw It Away!
8. In This Life
9. Given You Everything
10. Save Me Now
Vegas - One (Parlophone)
Vegas won a 'Best Dance Recording' Grammy last
year by virtue of a stateside car ad featuring their 'Days
Go By' track, despite being virtually unheard of in
their own backyard. But the London based trio of Ben Harris,
Paul Harris (no relation) and Steve Smith, who also managed
to shift a million units of their eponymous debut over the
pond, seem to owe more to Crowded House than the Chemical
Brothers on the strength of this offering.
by the Playboy influenced artwork and by their very name,
you may expect Dirty Vegas to be peddlers of sleazy electroclash
or grimy, rock-flecked techno like their all-too-similarly
named contemporaries, Death In Vegas, but
if that is what you are after you will be sadly disappointed.
Instead, 'One' is a walk through ten inoffensively nice
songs that are as middle of the road as a squashed hedgehog
and so neatly polished they all end up merging into one
out individual tracks is hard as there is very little to
distinguish one track from the next. 'Human Love' sounds
like Simple Minds on beta-blockers, earnest
and twinkling with shiny optimism but about as challenging
as the £100 question on Millionaire, while single
'Walk Into The Sun' offers a Prozac-style false high. Steve
Smith's Neil Finn-esque vocals are pleasant
enough but it seems Dirty Vegas have been taking tips from
Embrace as their music manages to be both
warm and dramatic while at the same time feeling strangely
empty and uninspiring.
cliché-riddled lyrical content holds no surprises
either, the chorus of 'Don't Throw It Away!' being so predictable
that you find yourself finishing their sentences for them,
which is surely not a good sign when listening to an album
for the very first time. (Try it yourself and see how you
fare, answers below: "You'd see there's one thing I
can tell you / There's only one thing I can [***] / Don't
throw it [****]."*). There are some nice strings and
eighties era U2-style guitar-jangling,
but these are not enough to prevent everything simply washing
over you and covering you in a lukewarm blanket of nothingness.
is not that 'One' gets the blood boiling or that it is particularly
bad but this album is so safe and sugary that it neither
inspires the listener to love Dirty Vegas or to hate them,
their passionless pop merely creates an underwhelming feeling
of indifference. They may have been an award-winning dance
act, remixing big name artists like Madonna
and Justin Timberlake, but Dirty Vegas
now resemble Alan Titchmarsh in musical form – nice,
friendly on the ear but ultimately bland and flavourless.
- You guessed it! The missing words are 'Say' and 'Away'.
No prizes I'm afraid.