Death in Vegas, 2016
Let's get this out of the way: Yes, this album features Sasha Grey on vocals—also of pornographic movie fame. While I have every impression she's proud of her resumé, it's the sort of item that overshadows everything else. While she's appeared in 'regular' TV and movies—as well led a quite interesting musical career, releasing industrial ambient music under the name aTelecine—no mention of her name is without 'porn star'.
I must admit I'd never paid attention to Death in Vegas before Transmission. Guilt by association, I suppose. Perhaps in that same light, Death in Vegas thought pairing with Sasha Grey would lend an aura of sleaze to Transmission, but when you're already associated with the likes of Fatboy Slim and the Prodigy, running with a porn star is a significant step up. This sums up nothing like expected from the constituent parts. It's all buzzing analogue techno minimalism. There's more dark acid house nostalgia than big beat bravado. While Grey lends voice to work, she's not just a female voice to coo and purr over the beats. Most of her lines (mostly repeated phrases) are delivered with a ghostly detachment.
Death in Vegas are proving more interesting than I gave them credit for…