This starts in such a rough and tumble explosion, Meccanik Dancing, jerking around like a punk party. No recognizable singles on this album, but I still think it’s a step forward from White Music. It feels like some of the more assumed style of the debut has been rounded off, absorbed into the band’s own style rather than an imitation or a pastiche. Parts of it seem more heavy on the keys, perhaps as this was the errant keyboard player’s last hurrah. Almost into Squeeze territory? Maybe, but another band I know precious little about.

Mexican Radio – Wall of Voodoo. Where did I hear that track? Can’t quite remember now. Must have been Peel, but perhaps more likely Janice Long. It almost sounds like a joke now, the kind of proto goth, heavy sounds of the late eighties, colliding with modern instruments and recording techniques. Punks who learned more chords.

A phrase I haven’t used yet is “art school” and I wonder if there’s some of that in here. My Weapon could almost be a Blur b-side from Thirteen. Is there a sense that they are trying to be too clever? Not that that would be something that would instinctively put me off – witness Prefab Sprout or James.

Super Tuff getting on a reggae tip and to my amusement I find that the album came with a limited EP of dub remixes. This must have been when the keyboard player finally got the boot, I feel.

I haven’t been able to pick out individual songwriters yet, in a Lennon/McCartney style, but my guess is that at 6/12 this is the lowest hit rate that Andy Partridge has on the albums going forward.