“Well, I like the title. Hotels are places of transience, refuge and the very briefest of romantic encounters. As I unwrap the cellophane from To Rococo Rot's fifth album, I can scarcely shake the memories of *Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas* in which Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo violate hotel rooms in ways that would have Aerosmith shrinking in repulsion. Things *happen* in hotels. The White Stripes ("”
