Gamine are clearly a band out of time for 2003. Frozen in a period of film noir, the duo of Ian - who composes - and Claudia Barton, the chanteuse, have delivered an album of classy, wounded ballads that belong to another era altogether. They even offer gifts of their own brand of perfume to their "lady fans" at concerts. Sedate and morose, they are like a less tricksy version of Goldfrapp; their vision unadorned by trip-hop effects which makes their music even more authentically filmic. Occasional diversions into unusual song structures like tango in 'Black Window' offer pleasing surprises but their defining moment is the show-stopping eight minutes of 'A Good Hand', a classic melodramatic moment by anyone's standards. The only question is where does this type of music fit into the modern agenda?