Hugely evocative of past glories and the singer’s personal memories, with echoes of Neil Finn, Prefab Sprout, The Pretenders and, of course, The Blades.

Despite the darkness of lines like “ I remember alcoholic rage,” the song has a exceedingly festive feel, with lovely descending scales, hints of glistening bell-chimes, and a chorus guaranteed to propel lovers of classic power pop to orgasmic heights. So I’d recommend you stand well clear of George Byrne whenever this comes on.