Between the sticky microphones, bad Technicolor lighting and flat pop (the Prosecco, not your mate Dave’s lacklustre rendition of ‘Believe’), most karaoke joints are far from fabulous. Well, technically speaking anyway. Obviously, we’re more than happy to oblige any dank corner for the opportunity to belt out ‘Mr Brightside’ with our nearest and dearest, but what if we could have it all? Apparently, soon we can.
