The other day on my way to work, I fell over, I wasn't massively injured but I'd grazed my knee and ruined the brand new cords I'd bought over the weekend. After arriving at work and ignoring the heckles of 'clumsy oaf' and 'trippy-trippy-trip-face', I took a quick journey around the corner to my favourite multi-national coffee chain to buy a mocha-frappe-latte, however, on receiving my delicious caffienated beverage, I was jumped at by a particularly large Alsatian that resulted in the spillage of my entire day's pay worth of drink and my shirt now added to the list of clothes I'd ruined.

I didn't want it anymore, I took the day off and ran home, jumped into bed and cried. Through all of this, I knew that there must have been some light, someone or something would be exactly what I needed to break my unfortunate cycle of events. I crawled from my cavernous bedspace and dropped a 7" platter of vinyl onto my turntable

Les Incompetents are a band proud of their public schooling, their middle-class roots and it's something that makes their ramshackle scuzz-pop all the more uplifting. Talking of 'waking up in god knows where, my life's a mess and so is my hair' ('Much Too Much') and pleading for legendary London indie club Infinity to never shut its doors, it's London's well-off youth today - drunk, happy and the envy of far too many.

It's words like these though that would make it so easy to dislike Les Inc., if it weren't for the charm and infectious appeal of their music. It's street poetry and shambolic Art Brut-style noise, it's everything that pop needs to be today and it's the least we deserve for not being as well-off.

Les Incompetents are the most fun you can have musically this year and 'Reunion/Much Too Much' is vital summer listening. My trousers are fixed, the stains came out of my shirt. Life is great.