It was supposed to be a disaster, or a letdown if you’re being generous with the euphemisms. Delays and the departure of Ben Langmaid were supposed to see to that. Instead, Trouble in Paradise was smooth; it shimmied and sashayed in style, sporting its influences with confidence. It opened with Uptight Downtown, and the “super dance-night plus nibbles” mood was set right there and then. And serious people who know their music and how to correctly store and care for old vinyl did cough and splutter into their lint-free cloths and retire quietly to their chambers, complaining that it’s just silly pop music.

And the rest of us listened and enjoyed ourselves.