The opening figure is a sneaky twist on a Rush riff that lights us up. We have lift-off to the planet Now-or-Never.

The song’s message is aimed squarely at the empty hearts of our detractors, who question our doleful mix of cheeky sincerity and our lack of reverence for false indie gods and oh-so-carefully posed pedestals. Shame that little has changed since then, amen brothers and sisters!

The solo is uncorked down from the gentle glades of Itchycoo Park, where on a rainy day you can’t tell which way your mind is melting and into what sewer it may be carelessly thrown. There is no getting out of here, but you can still ask any stranger politely to take your leave. We are now on our way to the bottommost of the alternamess.