Whilst following in the footsteps of another London lad with an appreciation for common sense, simple common sense, Hotel Lux have instead opted for confidently crafted sprechgesang thrummed through by a propulsive bass line and a ruffle of jaunty guitars rather than the decayed garage peddled by your man from The Streets. The result is a wittily infectious track that’ll have you digging your Kipling books out as often as your dancing shoes. Top fare here.