The New York quartet's first full-length manages to be heady, sexy, sung in five different languages, and damn funky. All 12 grooves revel in luxurious bass lines -- four of them, "Sirenes de la Fete," "Don't Stop," "Dance Til the Morning Sun," and "Die Gedanken Sind Frei" -- are a clubhead's dream. Others, like the carnivalesque "Corner Store," in which singer Sabina Sciubba takes a blazing scat solo rivaling any jazz diva's, are dream-like brain candy. The Girls (Sciubba's actually the only one in the group) go from melancholy and hypnotic ("Homme," "Long") to drunk and retro ("Pussy" and "Lazy Lover"). As diverse as the album is, the stylistic distance between songs is consistently bridged by an addictive sense of hip and humor.