If Human Traffic was daft teenagers on E, this is grown-ups taking the enjoyment of the whole club scene quite seriously. The chemicals almost seep out from the sprocket holes and entrance your brain as the pumping house music raises the adrenalin. Contrasting the warm and caring side of clubbing with the dark underside of mafioso controllers makes for a good thriller. Somehow the tension in the latter half doesn't quite match anticipation, and the clubbers are rather caricaturesque Londoners, but the whole thing is worth it for the mesmerizing re-creation of trance and techno (a word to people not into this music - you don't *have* to take E to enjoy it or enjoy clubbing to it.)
