Do the band, subject of awe and ire, whose debut album went to No 1 in February last year, wobble under the pressure of the difficult second album? The Last Dinner Party’s ascent, which seems rapid though they’d been playing most of that first album’s songs live for three years, has bothered those ageing, lonely geezers who feel emasculated by, say, women’s football. “All I can give you is your name in lights forever,” it suggests, and it’s evident that amour fou and grand guignol will inform this record’s DNA.