Virgins? Not likely. Downtown NYC's latest unofficial house band (already embraced by the fashion and ''lifestyle'' press) come off like regulation rock stars on their debut: debauched, sexy, and very likely to dump you for another girl by Friday. Singer Donald Cumming's Elvis Costello-lite vocals slide easily from arch (''Rich Girls'') to tender (''Love Is Colder Than Death''), while the band backs him like the Strokes on a funk bender, all big choruses and tightrope bass lines. The Virgins is punchy and slinky and over before you know it, but good, dirty fun while it lasts. B+
DOWNLOAD THIS: Hear ''Rich Girls'' at the Virgins' My Space page


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