"No time for an existential crisis," sings Londoner Tom Vek on The Tongue Avoids the Teeth, accompanied by Windowlicker-style electronic wobbles. Listening to Luck, Vek's followup to Leisure Seizure, in 2011, you see his point – there's an exciting sense of urgency. His deranged arrangements are deliciously unpredictable: the Turkish curlicues of Broke dissolve into waves of distortion; Sherman (Animals in the Jungle) is propelled by a grungy bass riff and stadium-rousing drums; while A Mistake starts with a crunchy Keith Richards-style chord before descending into a bass-heavy bedsit lament. Vek's voice is not pretty, but undeterred, he puts it centre-stage. It can be a tough listen, as on The Girl You Wouldn't Leave, when he veers from after-hours mumble to out-of-tune shriek. But mostly it works: the looped harmonies on the brief opening track How Am I Meant to Know are thrillingly intense. He drawls like LCD Soundsystem's James Murphy and barks like David Byrne – no bad thing.