Goldfrapp Vivid, Carriageworks, June 2 The cavernous railway workshop space that is the larger of the gig rooms at Carriageworks, filled with flamboyantly festooned fans bursting out of animal print and leather, hosted a night seemingly brought to you by the letters E and (special) K, and offering more uses for Red Bull, winter-denying bare flesh and wide grins and even wider eyes than clinically approved. It was not the place to bring up any quibbles there might be about Gol

On the black volcanic sands of Fuerteventura, in the Canary Islands, a good hike from the Atlantic water that already is a striking enough contrast, a redhead in a loose white skirt and a voluminous black top, struck poses against this background. The scattered rocks behind her were haphazard, having tumbled down the side of the nominally extinct volcano, but there was nothing casual about the redhead. In her right hand she held a digital shutter release: she was not just the

GOLDFRAPP Silver Eye (Mute) It would be great to love this Goldrapp album more, to say it has calmed and centred me like some earlier ones, or moved me to danceable joy as have others. It might even be easier to dislike it, to be able to say it’s a dud that has neither zen nor zest. Alas I can’t go to either extreme. Which is appropriate in a way as neither can Alison Goldrapp and Will Gregory. The pattern with Goldfrapp albums to date has been in essence if last time they of