Some songs are not afraid to tell you what they want from you. Chopped out with shameless thunder, ‘Fix The Cracks’ is a sweaty, spiky cheap thrill and it wants to dance.

The tambourine stubs out its cigarette, the distorted bass slithers its way across the beer-sticky floor and they’re already pouting in front of the DJ booth in time for the drums to come in. It sways dangerously before the last chorus from Nick Rhodes synth solo to borderline Cult impression but somehow stays on its feet to the end. There are other records to think to.