The name means 'Death to Humanity'. The album cover features a head and shoulders portrait - with the eyes, nose and mouth replaced by what seems to be a vagina. The website has a woman welcoming you, arms out-stretched in a Christ-like pose with bleeding chest wounds.

Despite being formed as part of an art project in 2006, Mueran Humanos look and sound like 1980 never happened. It’s all biker jackets, sullen pouts and dry ice. The look may be derivative but the sound isn’t. Argentinian husband and wife duo Carmen Burguess & Tomás Nochteff’s art-house background means their debut album straddles the line between experimentation and accessibility making their 2011 release a truly over-looked jewel.

Sure we’ve had the synth groups before, but the edge here is in the Spanish lyrics that add a layer of alienation and abstraction. With Mueran Humanos sound opposites attract. The music is spiky and sinuous, disciplined and lithe. Burguess and Nochteff create a sultry, pulsating sound that owes a debt to Suicide and 'Being Boiled'-era Human League.

The album marks a departure of sorts from their previous single 'La Langosta', which created abstract, ambient soundscapes from minimal instrumentation. Now Burguess' electronic keyboard-driven experimentation blends with Nochteff's thumping bass and distorted guitar to create a writhing sound that positively throbs with sexual energy. This is Latino synthpunk that oozes gothic from every orifice. Echoes of Two Lone Swordsmen and Death In Vegas occasionally seep out, as do sounds that could have been lifted from a very disturbing 50’s sci-fi B-movie.

Opener 'Horas Triste' starts with cautious, tentative vocals and ends 8 minutes later awash in grinding guitars. Stand-out track 'Corazon Doble' seethes around a distorted bassline, as Burguess's angelic vocals entwine with Nochteff's robotic declarations. But this album is not a one-dimensional affair. On 'Altar Hogar', there’s almost a scuzzy blues vibe that thrums hypnotically finishing with threatening harmonies and feedback. This is dark and unsettling stuff.

You don't have to speak Spanish to get the gothic groove. Perhaps their recent relocation to Berlin is already paying off as the whole vibe reeks of Argentinian passion with a Teutonic icy coolness. Not to be missed.