Whilst I’m sure it should be the duty of all aspirant music critics to rip to shreds any grammy-hugging Britons who decide to plough their furrow over foreign turf, I won’t. Dirty Vegas are not the gatekeepers of some musical Hades for deciding to pocket a few greenbacks - they lack the sheer grunge-lite dullardry of Bush (who similarly decided to crack that continent).

Dirty Vegas are just a bit dull really. It may very well be that Grammys are awarded on lowest common denominator tedium (rather than the temporal insanity that must’ve swept the Brits panel), but Dirty Vegas just seem to be nothing special, and their recent awards seem somewhat unnecessary.

There’s a mildly melodic and maudlin chorus the generic hum of a belching drum machine. ‘Simple Things’ would probably seem terrifically appropriate screeching through the desert at dusk, but taken out of such a panoramic landcape, it is merely bland.