Plodding in on a gentle kick, the viscous chords of ‘W.L.Y.B.’ set the scene for a warm deep house excursion. Quickly adding to the thick layer of keys, a gloopy bass drips down the fretboard between each chord. Does this sensual sound have something to do with Laurence Guy’s upbringing in the dressing room of a Chicago lapdancing club? Has he taken those sharp hats from his early diet of Prince records? We don’t know if these rumours are true, but what we do know is Guy has soundtracked the transition from spring to summer in a smokey, irresistible fashion.