Twelve years after The Prodigy first declared that we were the jilted generation, Sohodolls think we’re numb – so much so that the album title refers to condoms designed to stimulate for extra pleasure, but is it similarly fun and disposable? Ultimately, yes – but that’s not such a bad thing; much like the one (two?)-night stand that inspires ‘Weekender,’ Sohodolls’ music is sleazy, enjoyable, but hardly world-changing.

A sex-inspired mix of garage-punk and electro-glam, the Sohodolls sound like Client jamming with The Backyard Babies and, for the most part, it works. Opener, ‘Stripper,’ sets the scene, with a pretty infectious beat (hopefully not in the STD sense) and singer Maya von Doll’s vocals switching from seductive whisper to the near-shouted chorus. Sadly, following track ‘Prince Harry’ fails to live up to this highlight, but the album’s got more than one hit to offer.

The aforementioned ‘Weekender’ is one of the closest to recapturing the energy of the opening track, sounding not unlike recent Garbage, while ‘The Rest For The Wicked’ shows the band can – unusually for their type – pull off *ahem* slow, quiet songs well too, being one of the highlights on offer. In fact, while the album doesn’t stray too far in sound or theme, the ’dolls employ a variety of positions to keep the audience guessing, from the Goldfrapp-like ‘Right And Right Again’ to Maya’s offer to show us ‘The Pleasures Of Soho’.