Dirty Vegas

The slightness of Dirty Vegas’ career may never be equalled by any band, ever. Their eponymous debut album sold nearly one million copies solely on the strength of a single that no one would have heard had it not been for a Mitsubishi commercial. Since then, days have gone by and very few people have thought of Dirty Vegas. In the meantime, the trio’s done several things conducive to kill a career: DJing at Kid Rock’s stag party, touring with fellow synergistic merchant, Moby, and recording an album so insipid that, I assume, Matchbox 20 is interested in a remix collaboration. One’s songs are outstanding expressly for the fact that they contain nothing of interest and don’t ever seem to change. Even the title itself is an obvious piss-take from an obvious bearded lady.