Den Haan are built for the rhythms of the night. Their debut album “Gods From Outer Space” embodies the spirit of seedy 70’s basement dives, a deco-greco roman blur of glistening bodies and dazzling lights, Criso on the wrists, spunk in the dark corners, sweat condensed on every surface while machine-made rhythms from some far-away disco planet send shockwaves of ecstasy across the dancefloor. Their rhythms are dark, electronic, tribal, with vocals hewn from Anvil or Van Halen rather than from Donna Summer. They are popper-soaked macho guys barking out tales of stalking the night, cruising for kicks, backed by a chorus of booming sado-cybernetic vocoders. And there ain’t no Divas in the Den Haan sound – save maybe for a terrifying 26 stone dog-shit eating drag colossal know as Divine.