Man, these crazy musicians with there fecal references. It seems even entering your fourth decade, like Marcus Lampkin a.k.a. Shit Robot, is no excuse to ease up on the solid waste mentioning. Ok. Get past it. The concern here is whether the tunes penned by our potentially dirty protesting space-age friend on From The Cradle To The Rave smell of anything other than solid danceable goodness.

As the album progresses through its 60 minutes, the prevailing odour is generally rosy. Opening two tracks 'Tuff Enuff' and 'I Found Love' are both pretty formulaic and repetitive affairs and don't really bear up under repeated listens. Things start to improve though when the guest vocalist's arrive on the mic. Alexis Taylor (of Hot Chip fame) is plaintive on the yearning third cut 'Losing My Patience', on which there's also a Flight Of The Conchords whiff. Things go a bit Miss Kittinesque on 'Take 'Em Up' as LCD Soundsystem's Nancy Whang intones over a senuous slice of electro.

At the mid-point Juan MacLean pops up on 'Grim Reciever' with its hypnotic, sludgy bass groove reminiscent of 'Theme From S-Express' - great floor-filling potential here. The biggest surprise/coup/blast from the past or whatever comes on 'Simple Things' wherein Ian Svenovious of The Make-Up takes over the singers' mantle on a house cut that is unfortunately let down on its lighter weight breaks, underpinned as it is with some thrillingly deep bass.

Planningtorock's Janine takes us into the final third on 'Answering Machine', a grubby disco tip surrounded by cunningly deployed strings. Things stay in the same vein, though for strings see cowbell, on 'I Got A Feeling' featuring Saheer Umar. This one takes rather too long to get to where it's going though and is pretty tame fodder. At the death DFA label boss & fellow forty-something James Murphy joins the throng as Marcus Lambkin (Mr. Shit Robot to you) comes back out from the smallest room to duet on 'Triumph' which, whilst not exactly what this whole venture has been, raises the game again albeit by sounding like an LCD Soundsystem off-cut.

Not then a release bound to make a massive splash on the late-Summer dance market but a decent purchase for house parties and one with plenty of remix potential.

It's impossible to work up any great enthusiam for Screaming Females’ album, Castle Talk. Despite their name the New Brunswick trio aren't the intense riot grrl troupe you might expect but instead ply their trade with a pretty unexciting brand of grunge. Most easily comparable to Johnny Foreigner in their make-up (2 lads 1 lass) they couldn't be further removed in terms of lack of excitement.