Many a supergroup has proved to be a painfully bloated affair. That isn't the case with Magnetic Man, the name adopted by Croydon producers Skream, Benga and Artwork, whose debut album begins with a stab at indulgent beauty in the swelling strings of Flying Into Tokyo. This is no attack on the charts – despite the presence of vocalists including Katy B, much of the album is instrumental – but Magnetic Man lacks dubstep's sense of unbounded experimentation. This is less a statement about where UK dance music is headed than the sound of three men having the time of their lives, with scant regard for genre purists.