He was pretty relaxed about us tweaking his copy to fit the tiny space we had for The Listener. Frankly, I’d rather listen to Diane Abbott reading out my own death certificate in front of the Parliamentary Labour Party. The sound of pop eating itself, throwing up into a bag and then getting a spoon and digging in. I was taken for a moment by the opener, ‘360’, which is a cute modern pop song – and reawakened about 15 minutes later by the rather beautifully languid ‘I Might Say Something Stupid’. Every song has a melodic point to it: this is pop music, essentially conservative – and yet it seems from another genre, another planet, altogether.