Move over, DBX707—there’s a new alpha SUV prowling the Aston Martin paddock, and it’s called the DBX S, the supercar of SUVs turned up to ‘S’ for scandalous. If you thought Aston Martin’s last SUV was just a polite Brit with a rocket launcher, you haven’t read the new spec sheet. The DBX S has been injected with enough steroidal technology borrowed from the upcoming Valhalla supercar to make purists spit out their artisanal gin & tonic.
Let’s start under the (presumably carbon-fibre) hood: the hand-built 4.0-litre twin-turbo V8 is now packing 727PS (that’s 717 horses to those who still count horsepower) and 900Nm of torque, all delivered by a 9-speed wet-clutch transmission—goodbye, torque converters, hello, launch-control that’ll fry your monocle. 0-62 mph? Blink and you’ll miss the 3.3-second dash. Top speed? 193 mph, unchanged, but who’s squabbling over decimals at the top of Mount Excess?
The DBX S isn’t all brawn—Aston has put the DBX on a strict carbon-fibre diet. Opt in for the lightweight options and you’ll shed up to 47kg, with a carbon roof lowering the center of gravity so much your hat might feel taller. The look? Imagine a bulldog in Savile Row: an even bigger front grille, a sleeker rear, and a stance that simply dares lesser crossovers to get in its way. The interior is full Aston, blending tradition (hello, leather and Alcantara) with enough digital wizardry that your passengers will wonder if they’ve stumbled into Valhalla’s waiting room.
And the soundtrack? That “modified exhaust system” is designed to ensure children cry and petrolheads yowl with approval as that V8 bellows all the way through its stretched rev band. Sport and Sport+ bring downshifts so aggressive you might want to give your passengers a helmet.
Aston Martin’s CEO says DBX S is their “powerful statement of intent”—and, frankly, if the intention is to make every other luxury SUV a little nervous (and owners a little smug), mission accomplished. As Aston doubles down on luxury, performance, and British bravado, the DBX S is proof that even as the brand steers toward an electrified future, there’s still plenty of old-school thunder left in Gaydon’s arsenal. Now, if only your country estate’s driveway is long enough…
