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Night-time praise for trivialities and luxury - a voice that whispers ‘you can spend everything’ and then laughs in time with the bass. The vocals are lively and bold, as if a night out at the club has turned into a manifesto: brands, cigarettes, money ‘for nothing’ and endless self-confidence. There are no tender feelings here - only crude irony, applause for underground glamour and a slight weariness from the eternal glitz.

Inside this deliberate bravado hides a warm weariness: crumpled posts, random calls and words that cut more from the truth than from malice. You can wink at the song - it is both self-deprecating and honest: life sometimes looks better through a filter, but even without a filter, it remains funny, rough and, in its own way, familiar.