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At live shows it’s Crystal Castles’ singer Alice Glass who holds the attention with screeched vocals and incessant bouncing around, but generally it’s machines man Ethan Kath who calls the shots. The result? Instead of filling their debut LP with winning blasts of ‘Air War’-style, Alice-led electro-punk, they’ve indulged a passion for meandering instrumental sections and murmuring, chopped-up vocals. The result is a bland, boring album that confirms these guys as the fashionista Faithless.