The Supreme Beings of Leisure's sophomore effort starts out sounding like an ultra-chic doppelganger to the Spice Girls. But once the first two tracks have plodded away to their respective holes in the ground, "Catch Me" streaks from the gate, an expansive wash reminiscent of early James Bond film themes — slinky and seductive, mixing happy pills with martinis. Close on its heels is "Get Away," an enthusiastic pumper reminiscent of the Propellerheads.

Since the sleeper success of their eponymous debut, the organic elements of the band (guitarist Rick Torres and bassist Kiran Shahani) are no longer. In the wake of their exodus, the remaining members (multi-instrumentalist Ramin Sakurai and the silver-voiced Geri Soriano) have recruited a host of blue ribbon-winning collaborators. For only $15.99 (suggested retail price), you can enjoy the stylings of Beck's wax mechanic DJ Swamp, Dust Brothers' bassist Sheldon Strickland and engineer Jimi Randolph, who's helped funk up Al Green and Earth, Wind & Fire records. Predominately shimmering and languid, at its raciest Divine Operating System achieves a poppy, disco canter that trades ass-slapping soul for sleek sensuality — think Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" copulating with Portishead to produce a lovechild more at home in Los Angeles' Skybar than Club 54. At times it sprints and at times it slides, but always with a colorful, cosmopolitan athleticism that lends itself equally to cocktail hour on the Concord and Zen retreats on Mars.

Mark von Pfeiffer, URB Magazine