From the kick off exuberance of let us have it, all raunchy guitar licks and squiggly synth, we plunge into the haunting mellowness of theme from luxembourg with a delightfully end-of-the-pier keyboard burst from Alex and really farty bass courtesy of Jon. It’s followed by the fantastically uptempo we are the resistance, sampling 60s unknowns Charielle & The Louchettes, David launching a barrage of his typically literate lyrics, Steve pounding away on drums for all he’s worth, and… is that Pinky and Perky freaking out in the background?

The Japanesey electro take on lemon & lime (according to Alex it’s a lollipop thang) is shimmeringly superb; make it, a heartfelt tale of the mis-matched (‘I think we can make it…/No I don’t think we’ll make it’) is an all-time fave lux epic (of mine anyway); close-cropped (housewives b-side, and for my money a born a-side if ever an a-side there was) is treated to a laid back acoustic run through; raised (David’s funeral request) is quite, quite beautiful; and there’s a redux version of reasons for losing sleep that perfectly soundtracks the twinkly twilight of the city with crepuscular canine contribution. The whole enterprise is rounded off with a live rendition of in my bed, and although marred by pig-ignorant chatterboxes, they at least have the good grace to show a final hearty appreciation for the greatness that has just been strewn before them like sweetmeats before swine.