If you're one of the half million or so people who bought Goldfrapp's debut album, you're in for a bit of a shock. On Black Cherry, the former purveyors of inoffensive pastoral soundtrack music are moving in some exciting new directions - urban, industrial and very, very dark. The result is a thrillingly seductive album that won't adorn quite as many coffee tables as its predecessor, but should do the duo's critical reputation no end of good. In comparison with such accomplished but dreary chillout merchants as Zero 7, Alison Goldfrapp is a real star - mad, bad and quite possibly dangerous to know. Her vocals here are a revelation, alternately haughty and sensuous, and perfectly matched to the cacophony of pounding beats and 1980s synthesisers that underpin these dramatic soundscapes. Brash, daring, and impeccably stylish, Black Cherry is the sort of record that positively demands your attention - and chances are, an awful lot of people will find it hard to refuse.