So although the fuzz-blues beauty of Hole-aping ‘She Kissed Me...’ (careful Jason, Courtney Love punches above her fluctuating weight) will, ahem, hit Cassius Clay style, you’ll be too busy figuring whether to buy this as a single, on the new album, or on the final of instalment of a vinyl trilogy.

Obviously the easiest, and best, answer is to damn well buy all three because Spiritualized’s misfiring genius is running on a dose of divine intervention again.

You imagine this is just how a near-death experience would sound and it’s almost worth trying to find out. Once more proof that, even retrospectively, the drugs do indeed work.