Almost exactly halfway through the slick disco-ball hallucination of Supernature, Allison Goldfrapp trades her frigid fembot robo-croon for a purr that infuses the downtempo Let It Take You with an emotional vulnerability and warmth rarely found in Goldfrapp's oeuvre. It feels like you've accidentally caught her with her persona down, and between that unguarded flash and the dreamy, woolly textures of the production, the ballad's nicely reminiscent of the best Lamb tracks. Let It Take You stands out even more as a moment of respite from the onslaught of dense disco pounders that make up most of Supernature. Not that they're all bad. The disc is front-loaded with a pair of gleefully flamboyant electro-glam cuts that out-Queen Scissor Sisters, the jarring Ride A White Horse has a freaky Klaus Nomi new wave alien vibe, and the squelchy bounce of Slide In is the most nakedly sexy track Goldfrapp's ever done. But the super-synthetic ethos of the album starts to rub against your skin; the band's retro dance-music collage feels less like innovative referencing and more like flat pastiche, and the simplistic little-girl lyrics add nothing. Fun, till the novelty wears off.